Don’t Stray From The Pride

We have fed our kids to the lions,
that saturate the small village fields like pylons.
See the paws are the cause of violence,
they only wear robes to hide the three-pronged trident.
They abstain then they chastise children,
all under the roof of a righteous building.
The innocent trust in omnipotence, stripped of their dividence,
clothes; these priests were proliferant.
And now we’re sitting, wondering that
God might be busy cos he still won’t listen,
and if God was on Earth he’d be locked up in prison,
an accessory to crime with omniscient vision.
Urges and hunger, bring the hail parasites and the thunder,
watch the people cluster we’re under the clusterfuck
and now they’re too far down to be picked back up.
Dante’s second circle – appetite for lust,
straight past purgatory and the Earth’s crust
and they profit, morality? they ‘off’d’ it,
and so they skip straight to the treacherous Ninth – dust.
Infectious psyche protect us almighty,
from the excusing power of the deity.

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Don’t stray from the pride,
check first for carnivorous lies.
The sun shines out of yours and not mine
cos the power’s at the top like free enterprise;
it’s corporational, see it’s hierarchical
so they can censor the true numerals operational.
Now that’s political, like the moon
hiding behind the Earth in it’s orbit – elliptical.
Can you hear the angels sing
when donating unknowingly to pedophile rings?
Withdraw cash until they’re willing to sack
and expose all the villainous criminal acts
and give peace to the children walking the streets,
who feel they can’t speak out cos their body’s are too weak.
Now let’s feast on the body of Christ,
and drink blood until we feel like life’s alright.
But there’s more than the smile on the outside –
a conscience ripping out the heart from the inside.
For some that collar will represent love and compassion
and a rational divergence from decadence.
Now for some that’s irrelevant a new impediment
brought on by the poisonous medicine.
So your Eminence, check my testament,
amplified and hopefully resonant.

 

 

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That One Chair In The Basement

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We work so hard at night,

Ever replacing the bulbs of the potent lamp-lights.

The veins of wires oxidize

what the paper and the pen gaze upon when they shit their eyes.

The paper waits in silence on the desk-top,

And then screams when the pen make the ink drop.

The letters are slipping down the page and the war we wage

is trapped in the cage of the microphone and interface.

In our rooms but our souls in a different place,

The lucid pioneers that struggle to wake.

The mission is clear but unavoidably opaque,

Feel the room tremor the floor cracks from mental earthquakes,

We ain’t had success yet, will we descend or ascend?

We ain’t afraid we see the devil every time we lyrically re-offend,

We’re just writing the apparitions that you all attend,

An apprehensive desire just to comprehend life. 

We apprehend.

An apprehensive desire just to comprehend.

We apprehend.

An apprehensive desire just to comprehend.

Why do we write? to bring change to what we don’t believe in,

So i admire everybody that the world’s concealing,

In collective basements with collective feeling,

But voices are overlooked when they’re under the ceiling.

When everything is in order for the very few,

We’re bottom feeding on the falsities of elite truth

and so i’m leading those willing into the MC booth,

To teleport and transcend our commonplace view.

Everything we achieve is alright

as long as we understand that the end ain’t in sight.

This one chair in the basement

inhabits all my life.

Every time i stand up i feel weak

because when i’m sitting and writing my strength hits its peak.

This one chair in the basement,

Full of life even though it looks bleak.

The legs on my chair wobble,

The weight of the world on my shoulders makes me hobble in and out of world squabbles,

I’m trying not to topple,

So forgive me if i grab you by the throat and subject you to a slight throttle.

I’ve been staring at the screen so long my visions pixelated,

Everything i see has been amalgamated.

Separately, each square is bosselated

and new meaning consequently accentuated. 

These walls are my laboratory,

And my imagination is my observatory,

Pasted walls with lyrics an introspective sanctuary

where there’s no such thing as a lyrical actuary.

I’m in a comatised state of awakeness,

Because i only feel alive in opaqueness,

No time for the fakeness reality is dark

but if we shine a light on this we can pull the pigments apart.

If we shine a light on this we can pull the pigments apart.

Reality is dark.

But if we shine a light on this we can pull the pigments apart.

To have a life now what does that really mean?

Because we’re all living and most of us ain’t living the dream,

But still we live in hope of finding fish in desolate streams,

So we can die knowing our life was everything we hoped it’d be. 

Everything we achieve is alright

as long as we understand that the end ain’t in sight.

This one chair in the basement

inhabits all my life.

Every time i stand up i feel weak

because when i’m sitting and writing my strength hits its peak.

This one chair in the basement,

Full of life even though it looks bleak.

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Caged

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I’m asking, what makes a man’s identity? 

Is it life as much as legacy?

What if life is damaged by brevity,

Or legacy is ravaged by resolute jealousy? 

We’ll never know the true depth of character,

We’re all stereotype injectors

of this bravado we’re the prime projectors,

Second generation become the reflectors.

I’ll teach my children to love,

So they’ll never be neglectful of

all the people society’s intolerant of.

We are raised by obdurate love.

We’re dogmatic when we categorize

for the political opinions we despise,

We’re so narrow-minded to overlook why

and disguise rancor in what we think views imply.

Let’s get to the route of the predicament,

Don’t follow the norm let’s be dissonant,

Not militant but passionately vigilant

and realize that your voice is an instrument.

The real problem lies in ascribing

a particular category that’s confining,

How people act is how we should be defining,

And polishing the very possible silver-lining,

Where conventions don’t show trends,

A conservative man with a very poor friend,

A democrat making more money than he can spend,

It’s ridiculous how many people that would offend. 

See in time we’ll open our minds, listen out for the clock when it chimes.

See in time we’ll open our minds, listen out for the clock when it chimes.

Don’t let the past jeopardize,

Let the present and the future coincide,

It’s dark but tomorrow there’ll be light,

What will it take to recognize.

It’s a very thin line between, passion and hate,

I’m just trying to distort the norm 

to show you that you make your own fate. 

Why do we condemn preference? 

See choice with more deference,

I regard this as one of life’s main lessons,

Choice is bounty from our democratic heavens.

We all have the right to assemble,

But we group in differential temples,

The pillars crack now watch the roof tremble,

There’s no power greater than the elemental.

Except words they can be monumental,

and take lives if they’re too judgmental,

We find the devil in the experimental

but the devil only lurks when we think its essential.

When we predispose credence,

Life becomes a power tripping achievement,

We revel in self-absorbed reason,

I’m pleading stop the bleeding before completion.

Maybe then i’ll stop reaching,

Don’t convert to me i ain’t preaching,

But next time you see yourself in a convex,

You know you need to convert to your own respect.

I pivot around a temporal dimension,

With my voice high above in suspension,

I’m thinking if i go fast enough i’ll catch up to my words

and bring them back to the three dimensional earth.

Or even, will time stop

or will i age backwards until my morals drop.

The thoughts, they grow into dementia

and i can’t even remember where i left my dentures.

When i go even if my mind’s gone

I want people to remember the battles we won.

When i go even if my mind’s gone

I want people to remember the battles we won.

Don’t let the past jeopardize,

Let the present and the future coincide,

It’s dark but tomorrow there’ll be light,

What will it take to recognize.

It’s a very thin line between, passion and hate,

I’m just trying to distort the norm 

to show you that you make your own fate. 

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Are You Crazy?

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Well have you ever done a job that you enjoyed,

Or are you a soldier on the battlefield tirelessly redeployed,

Daily revolutions of unidentified asteroids

thinking of making the remnants crash, smash at the silent noise.

Hear the zombie moans of workers walking alone

like ‘when’s it my turn?’ when the dust settles, when the mass watch the few burn.

Is the populace buttery enough to churn?

Or are the slick slackers to bent already too much to turn?

Yo I’m all for singularity but the heterogeneity

of the duality of a laboring man ‘shawshanking’ a gradual plan.

When the bosses notice split quick as you can

left or right, those two fingers allegorical for ‘Fuck you man!’

I’m ‘cockroaching’ as far as underneath the bottom,

So we can approach all of life as a comeuppance

Role reversal, don’t avert the bosses picking cotton.

Never let your labor days be forgotten. 

Well are you crazy baby, are you crazy?

I’m riding a high horse showering with condescension,

While rappers are painting a vivider picture of parental adolescence,

So I’m forced to fade into a state of permanent evanescence,

Even when out of sight check the permanence.

From peasant infant to peasant infantry,

Yo i throw the vice charges way outside proximity,

Fiscally, because six pound an hour don’t fund an industry,

Simply, I’m calling this hallucinogenic epiphanies. 

So when you are running away from the problems that were made up,

You dropped sex drugs and violence into the homeless cup.

Now i crack your crockery in order to make the liquid drop

and when can proceed with the mockery of an elusive class the law forgot.

This the year to drop a whole lot of knowledge,

So we the street urchins can squabble over the opportunity we were promised.

The ‘Whiggery’ stigma sticks like out-casted brotherhoods and solace,

Strive to abolish but that don’t demolish. 

Well are you crazy baby, are you crazy?

This the sign of the time.

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Laborious

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It’s time to decide your role in this town

so sit down son and stop clowning around

you can live independently or worse you can follow the crowd

you’re just another consistent seed on the green grass claims the bosses ploughed

we grow simultaneous, whilst everybody is different

we’re familiar, yet alien clambering up the cliff front

as the rocks crumble above into rain clouds spitting jagged stones

through this difficult mist there emerges unoccupied rickety thrones

scrolls of poems on the arms whilst the seat is covered in controversy,

a simulation of your dreams when they’re struggled for properly,

so if you ever sit there beware that life is played out ominously,

the exaggerated fears of condescending middle class property

so whilst i reside in a box, you pass by, i say hi

because failure is an option when you know you really tried,

so i respect the trying prosperous and the vigilant trying failures

because the opportunity is there on a sphere just waiting to impale us.

Life is laborious, homage due to working warriors,

scythe, sow, manufacture, polluted.

It’s laborious, homage due to working warriors,

liquid, sun, fertilizer, strong rooted.

The pickpockets stay pocket-less, so when they try and pickpocket,

they slide it down past their shirts but there’s no pocket so they drop it.

The terrorist loads his weapons with many deathly bullets

but there’s no hammer, so sure enough he can’t cock it.

This the imminent result of disreputable professions

rather obsessions with giving into national depressions,

i’m not pinpointing the only reasoning i’m just considering a factor

you want me to consult the other angles? well then go buy me a protractor,

the man that profits a thousand times from taking riches that don’t belong to him

will forever be undermined by the honest worker going out on a limb.

I tied a thousand extension cords around my neck so you can all connect

and help illuminate these problems and project a light that shines upon the disheveled

and corrects, i don’t mean to disrespect

but maybe i do at least you’re listening enough to even reject this.

I’m not trying to change opinions no i’d much prefer to simply open your eyes

to predicaments supported thinner than filaments. 

Life is laborious, homage due to working warriors,

scythe, sow, manufacture, polluted.

It’s laborious, homage due to working warriors,

liquid, sun, fertilizer, strong rooted.

 Some of them owned plantations, with 30,000 slaves

and if they misbehaved, well they just whipped them into shape,

and after abolishment they used the law to negate the law

and implemented the black codes – a political war fought by one man,

Jim Crow who made these people the lowest of the low,

a more humane way to suffer would be on the gold encrusted thrones of death row

yo, forced labour

under the name of the creator and whoever we made God is now DJ-ing with turntables and faders.

If i was around in 64′ I’d sign my life to civil rights wagers,

I saw a man sat beneath a lamp post 

I can’t tell you if he was real, or a ghost

and when i heard him say he’d slain devils i knew his body was just the host

for a spirit entangled in enlightening himself to how far a man will go to find inner peace,

he personified the most

whilst his past out-casted evils personified the least.

Life is laborious, homage due to working warriors,

scythe, sow, manufacture, polluted.

It’s laborious, homage due to working warriors,

liquid, sun, fertilizer, strong rooted.

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The Beginning

 

Who was there in the beginning? 
And what did they do? 

 

Next time you feel about discriminating 
see where life flourished before your self-acclaimed 
superior existence, no one ever said or prescribed you with authority, 
still equality is a landscape in the distance 
so i pinpoint with the smoke from a rolled joint, 
so everybody around inhales the second hand persistence 
and exhales the rings of collective resistance. 
We’re all from the same mitochondrial eve 
our mother’s matrilineal east African seeds 
superiority shouldn’t be a belief 
especially from the white supremacist with a black descendant family, 
chattel was reality, owners denounced it as a biological fallacy 
now, some will never be happy 
because wounds deepen with this horrific legacy 
and everyday we recruit more enemies 
stop the world for a second give us a chance to breathe 
and take all the weights off this donkeys back 
before the back legs kick with overpowering impact. 
On now chronological syntax 
mix human and Neandrathal contact, 
a pigment thus should never be malignant it’s variation 
on a colorful beginning turned black and white by modern ignorant stigmas 
like, your black you’ll end up in a city penitentiary 
your white so don’t rap preferentially 
your Asian to be primitive is hereditary 
fuck you and your pre-conceived identities 
we’re all one child from the adult earth entity 
born out the womb and leave through the cemetery 
the way it is now we’re all dying defensively.

 

From the begging all i wanted to do 

was just show you that people really have no clue 

Ignorance dwells inherent 

so we’re raised as animals where instinct becomes obsession

 

Why does everything begin with the grouping 
name shoe size loves and hates for the tick list 
we can identity with a group that’s legit 
but with no human umbrella these groups conflict 
If everyone acknowledged that we bleed like each other 
feel pain like each other cry tears for our brothers 
descend from our mothers, maybe it would all stop 
because to hurt like you hurt would leave you in shock 
step back take stock 
cos we’re all the ticking hands on this timeless clock 
no bottom no elite no top 
don’t ever mass group like the tennament blocks 
as the walls cave in you hear children complaining 
baritone futures painfully sustaining 
yet the upper falcon range is maintaining 
above and beyond ignorantly resonating 
If life is a music box i’m the figure inside 
so when the key unlocks you’re all obliged 
to listen to the vision that falls with the tears from my eyes 
I’m just seeing more than those that are blind 
or not willing to look upon a mission where sometimes 
the cul de sac is assassination 
if you don’t agree then rather than being a murderer 
speak out in song and i’ll respect that shit 
maybe even every last bit of it 
agreeing to disagree is more human nature 
than the stubborn mule of a human traitor 
scan it, think, now see you later.

From the begging all i wanted to do 

was just show you that people really have no clue 

Ignorance dwells inherent 

so we’re raised as animals where instinct becomes obsession

 

Don’t turn away from this my friends.

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