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