Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

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
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

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

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