Grace With Age and Age With Grace

In The Face

This cultural impotence is expected,

My back is a broken bridge, and my pockets have no sense

This is no way to live. The people are tense.

The masses tremble, for the academics, we got only contempt

Assemble against bourgeois thievery, and oppression.

Learn from the lessons, of micro-sects, hard lines, and regression.

All this dogma, clogs the arteries, like slices of bacon.

Whole system, based around taking, prole forsaken.

Talk like a radical, live like a capitalist, stop faking.

Too smart to work together, and too stupid to stop in fighting.

Tired of left griping, oppression Olympics, and straight up lying.

We can’t get it up for capitalism anymore, or pretend.

That we're not poor, born in the slums, fend for ourselves.

We've been on the run since we was fetus,

All theory, no action, fucking self defeatist.
All action, no theory, no context, taking risks

We're flattened pigeons, ground into the asphalt.

Born with no optimism, beneath the rusty scaffolds.

Lived during the time of the rich-men, walking among the cuckolds.

While the people are suffering, the rich knuckle us worse

The bloody feathers and bones are soft under his boots.

Cops are just an extension of the state, always been in cahoots.

The city is filthy with the grime of madness, pain and abuse

This daily struggle drains away our goals

Are you still looking around for your nonexistent souls?

Or deeply into your own growing desperation?
What lesson did 6 billion learn? What contemplation?

Stop the delusions of the illusions you chase 
Negate everything, all this bullshit is erased

Find our way through the haze, at a steady pace

Anti-Vagina Propaganda, By the Cock

Fight against, 
this feminist backlash

They invoke the clash, 
violence, imposes the limits

Fight, fuck being timid, 
every second, 
men raping and killing

It's always time to fight,
for the life, rights 
and equality of women

You are twisted, 
if you got, 
no love for, mothers, 
daughters, and sisters

In the shadows, 
abusers whisper, 
midnight marches 
against the twisted

Fear, tools of patriarchy, 
the waters, 
full of sharks to steady flee,

Talking malarkey, 
women shouldn’t 
have to live in fear

Stigmas 
for those who survive, 
attempted murder

But still alive, 
original workers, 
revealed, under the lies

On a mission to take back, 
day and night, 
in solidarity, we walk,

Time to fight, 
blamed for all the evils 
like Pandora’s box,

Anti-vagina propaganda, 
by the cock

The male mantra, 
chants only to kill, 
and to fuck, 

Illusively Unglued

Feeling the blues, I’m coming unglued

This chaotic life, got me confused

Everyone pretends, to play by the rules

Reality is, unspoken and cruel

I want to fight side by side, not in a duel

Tangled in this spider web, of subterfuge

You always lose, when you are the stooge

Stop skipping around and find a groove

I don’t want the cray, the swag or the juice

I want to get loose; I want your voice in the booth

I search for liberation, not illusive truth

What’s the use? The tree bears bitter fruit

If you don’t believe, you can’t get duped

Like most people, we live poverty, in a loop

Misplaced my rhythm, but not optimism

Fighting for justice, is a everyday decision

Nothing has luster, when you live, only for substance

Justice, I take a tough stance, fuck chance

With the people I dance, or it’s not my revolution

Capitalism, is a forgone conclusion

In the struggle, lies fusion, in praxis sleeps our solution

What do we pass up to the future?

Outside of a culture completely useless

Trying to make a trillion is so fruitless

And when a million isn’t enough, how stupid

Everything rotten, except us, the roots

The hardest gangsters now, they wear the suits

On the edge of war, I hear synchronized boots

White Man Sand Castles

White Man going mad

Confronting the loss of his entitlements

Losing the white privileges

Which were always denied

Articulating the unusual feeling of falling

Instead of the pipe dreams of rising

Confrontations with meritocracy

Realizations of reality crumbling

Great disappearance of the

Falsely constructed freedoms

Of the white man’s constitution

Complacency, He never challenged inequality

Championed its functionalism

Until it was Him who suffered

Everyone else’s progress stunted

But He did not ever care about anyone

Even during the end of His system

It has to be all about Him

You, and your anguish, your failures

Your difficulty in the sandbox

That was made for Him to play in

Wielding guns, killing children and women

People of color, and each other

Will the White Man walk away from his sand castle

Or destroy it so no one else can play?

Regardless, the empire will not

Withstand the tides of time