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.

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