Saturday, May 30, 2020

Burn my eyes out v2

burn my eyes out,
burn the lies out,
salt the earth,
summers coming, watch the ICE melt,
pound the pavement, bang the drum with a thigh bone,
whenever you see blue, you can spy chrome.
When I see the po, even though Im white as snow, I feel cold, 
because i know that if i wasn’t me, i could be in the death zone

how you think somebody feels / if their skin isn’t state approved? 
We know it takes all kinds, blacks and whites, reds and blues,
But let me issue what feels weird to say out loud but’s true:
the quote-unquote white race is centuries old fake news.

how many flowers, sitting shivas, mass graves, ghettos, concentration camps, riots,
new orleans funeral bands, wakes, cries of grief, 
services at synagogues, mosques, churches, temples, rituals, prayers and wreaths,
until that arc of the universe / is finally achieved?

I do believe.

But then I see a man with his life leaking out
cause his necks under a knee

I see and see 
What I saw 

And then I want to scream


I can’t ---

but always remember we got the dream, 
and you got a lie,
it might take a thousand years, 
but your kind is going bye, 

your tide is rising high, 
heres a coin for the boatman,
think you seen it all 
but youre blind, man, 
cant even see / 
your very own life, man.

donald trump and his kind might have their day
but their era of terror is doomed / to be  buried in the dust, 
burnt up like Pompeii,

ha, you think you’re alive? 

your kind’s just an empty impression / in the ash
for our great-great-great grandkids museums,
i learned it as a kid,
to every thing there is a season,
kids’ll spit on your grave
to bring the rhyme to completion.

Thursday, May 28, 2020

Burn my eyes out

burn my eyes out,
burn the lies out,
salt the earth,
summers coming soon, watch the ICE melt,
pound the pavement, and bang the drum with a thigh bone,
any man needs shelter,
hes always welcome up in my home.

how come when theres blue 
i always spy chrome?
When I see the po, even though Im white as snow,
I feel cold, get too close 
and you go into the death zone.

so how you think a person feels
if their skin contains more melanin than mine? 

Now dont get it twisted, at the end of the day, 
cowardice and fear 
are color blind elements.
Ive seen all kinds, blacks and whites, reds and blues 
But the white race is just centuries old fake news,

it doesnt exist, but its still 
a dangerous concept,
thinking less of she or her or they or him and them,
its just so easy to be lenient,
because hatred is just / so convenient,
that anger flowing through your veins 
feels like such an easy win.

Dont be a Vader,
I hate the haters, 
sometimes i wish the president
would get ate by an alligator,
shit out orange diarrhea in the swamps of florida,
but those swamps are the graves
of Seminoles and warriors.

Murder and birth, 
being damn lazy, or putting in the work.
Staying down, 
or standing back up, despite the hurt.

Who had a flu game?
Who lied about nuclear weapons 
and financed Contras with that cocaine?
Whos on the night train?
Whos the true American?

Aint nobody perfect but we should try and do the right thing,
no excuses, the law no ones above it,
but when the systems fucked up
then there must be justice.

Now If youre of a cosmic turn, 
you might be relieved
to know that balance is always achieved,
the only question is 
how longs the trail of blood it leaves.

how many flowers, sitting shivas, mass graves camps and riots,
new orleans funeral bands and wakes and prayers and wreaths,
until that arc of the universe
is finally achieved?

I do believe.

But then I see a man with his life leaking out
cause his necks under a knee

But then I see and see and see 
What I saw 

And then I want to scream

Its all about the
cash rules everything around me,

so the cats making mad bank manipulate and shape

poor dumb suckers as cops, rats get a bit of cheese
to protect the cream, a dollar and a dream

But I see what you do
cause im sharp as a laser beam

And we got the dream, you got a lie,
it might take a thousand years, but your kind is going bye, 
your tide is rising high,
heres a coin for the boatman,
think you seen it all but youre blind man,
cant even see your very own life man,

so sha na na na, pyroclastic, here comes the lava,
yeah the donald trumps of the world might have their day
but their era of terror is doomed / to be burnt and buried in the dust
just like Pompeii,

ha, you think youre alive? 
youre just an empty impression in the ash
for my great great grandkids museum,
lies for no reason,
to every thing there is a season,
and when i spit on your grave
that'll bring my rhyme to completion