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Elk County Motel
04:08
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I came to express myself in this congested mess, but self
As world member suggesting self-help as health
As my principle endeavor in anecdotes I wrote
To engage the audience and then verbally slaughter it
Addressing the crowd out loud and outraged
Turn to burn a page, stirred and shook my rage
The pudding is spoiled where the proof is
Movie star cowboys take CNN exclusives
To prove the unproven, moving the target
From bin Laden to Saddam while Gammora stays marketed
The darkness casts its shadow inward: a black hole
Of souls that chose to expose themselves whole
And laugh in the face of enlightenment "Why fight it?"
They scream on tv screens in the thin-veiled obscene
As the third rail goes dead and thick blood is shed
For the thicker, much slicker that kept SUV's fed
Measured for a generation that has lost its mind
Forgetting times when poets spoke the sublime
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation
Raddled by coke abuse, shackled in basements
The great writers, philosophers stuck on clever word play
That I can rewind ten times and still not hear a nerve displayed
While the Grammies are graced by gollums with bad grammar
And Oscars ostracized the best of all actors
The people's choice awards are voted by hordes
Of voyeuristic whores who want more than hardcore
These are the days we thought we'd never see
By steadily pushing back responsibility
These are the days when no one is free
Lost freedom for protection, now who's protecting me?
These are the days that choices are hard
Comfort for now and tomorrow you catch scars
These are the days, the last days
Before no turning back, no correction of ways
The white coals that burn through eyelids of sinners
Reveal the soul brighter than Madison Ave windows
Lit up by the fluorescent truth that kills egos
The confessions we scream, but the guilt we all see through
The evil that lives in us, the ecstasy it gives to us
The lust we must fulfill is still too real to us
The power, hold it over, build it a monument
Devour the weak to ensure your own dominance
Each lesson in life is a turn of the knife
Embedded in the chests of those who live trife
The meek that won't fight, raise fists for old glory
Sprite canned the flag and changed the whole story
Of the woman with mixed blood, fixed on the ideal
Of love and a fist raised to make it all equal
But the only thing equal is fake sugar they use
To make a bit sweeter the taste of abuse
Who's here to rebel and whom does the bell toll for?
I've looked into the well of my own and saw yours
We're in this together, like or not
Accept it or plot for that which you'll drop
It's like we're tended by madmen and locked our own cells
Like we mend our own fences to lock in ourselves
Like the noise is so deafening we can't hear ourselves
So we hum a bad pop song as the prophets will yell
These are the days
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INVECTIVE: something uttered or written, intended to cast disgrace, censure, or reproach on another; a harsh or reproachful accusation.
Annihilate hate toward me with cold-blooded love in my odes
The chrome mesh of the mic is wetted, and ready for the rust to grow
Coded verses immersed in saliva liver than the most
Who are coasting through this life with lies in their boasts
My foes are like friends, always with me till the end
And inspire the expansion of my rhyme disciplines
Through ingested unhappiness to digest and infect
Bitterness is swallowed and it's chased with disrespect
My intellect was born in the depths of the struggle
Against what's kept on the humble with invective so subtle
In other words, it keeps me guessing:
Which way's up, down, sideways, your way, my way?
I have no idea. That's why I stay in every direction spraying
My beliefs and theses through vocals, literature, and telekinesis
Cutting through the feces and blowing covers to pieces
Releasing frustration and aggravation, tagging the nation
With "No More Prisons" envision education
You can "Free Mumia" or you follow the leader
Or you can obey the giant and keep a workhorse demeanor
Like the pork on the horse that detained me for abstaining
From staining the ground with my blood and brains and I
Can't ascertain how the same frame of mind
Can ask me to kill in the name of what's mine
When really it's his and his constituents''ignorance
That pervades a vain view, when in plain view it's belligerence
What they have the balls to call peace is a deadlier beast
Than Beowulf's Grendel with intentional beef
These crusaders, propagators, slave traders, invaders
Raiders of lost art, and art hurts! From the hate of
Their reactionary tactics that blast through the backs of
The last of the masters of actual counter-action
Don't heed these hedonists and bleed for allegiance
They expose their own people to man-made diseases
Pleased as a pig in the mud while your blood is spilled
The ditch you dug is filled with the crimson flood of guilt
What they want they will to happen and they will enact draconian fascism
And when the fate of civil liberties is at liberty to class-ism
Passion in art is lost from the start
Through bio-political control of your heart
They breed insolence, arrogance, and ignorance
In your children's experience of pledging allegiance
Followed by egregious attempts of squeezing your necks
With the clutch of bad credit, high rent, and bounced checks
Villainous pillagers armed with something more subtle than dillingers
With enough weight to sink you quicker in the river
I will wave my American flag to fan the fire that it's caught in
Beg for Armageddon and regulate my own damn ends
The fandango's dead for you partygoers in your gasmasks and armed with Flamethrowers
Your SUV motors are running to catch a ride through the Gates of Hell and Prepare your genocide
As you hide in the shelter of the wretched womb you have destroyed by
Your own fucking pride
Deceptive weaponry that renders perception ineffective
And effectively ends revolutions in seconds
Your television, radio, and internet connections
Are infected with invective against the unprotected
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3. |
[geneflow]
04:57
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I made a deal with God that if I was good, nothing could touch her. If an impure thought entered my mind I would chase it away. Whispering reassuring mantras to myself while washing my hands, averting catastrophe by letting the horrible prospect disappear down the drain. I would repeat the phrase turning off my light and on and off until I said it just right. One more time and again, please let her be okay. We met the day she dropped her tray in the cafeteria and spilled soda all over her jeans. Everyone laughed and she ran crying into the bathroom. A wave of fight or flight shot thru my body and for an instant all sound was sealed out. My mind raced around the missed steps, the thoughts that had gotten thru long enough to do damage. I bolted out of my seat to follow her into the bathroom. She was by the sink wiping her eyes with one of the rough brown paper towels. So I offered her a tissue out of my bag, careful to not let her tears touch my hand. She told me her name was Alyssa; I smiled because I already knew that. Over the next few weeks we started meeting up at lunch and hanging out after school. I was so happy to be near her, but also paralyzed with fear.
I felt her AIDS was right on the surface of her body and any contact was out of the question. I couldn't share her soda or use her bathroom or borrow her clothing. Everyday was a parade of excuses, a series of trips to the sink to de-contaminate myself. My mind was overwhelmed at the task of keeping her at a distance and longing for the opposite, of craving for her body and the ultimate responsibility to keep my mind clean for her sake. My most terrifying fear and my deepest desire was embodied in the same person and I was always at War. Being pulled so fiercely in opposing directions made each moment a struggle not to break in half.
As we walked home from school one day, three boys followed us for blocks, calling after Alyssa and spitting in her hair.
One kid hurled three rocks at her head connecting once on her right temple. As she tumbled to the pavement, the boys ran off leaving us alone in the last minutes of daylight. I crouched down to lift her up, but stopped when I saw the blood trickle down the side of her face. As she screamed for me to help her, I stepped back into a vacuum and felt sealed off in every direction. I heard myself say, "I'm sorry," as my legs carried me down the street.
The kids in seventh grade said, "the new girl had AIDS." No one knew for sure if it was true and this mystery had the duel power of making her invisible and the target for every stone. She was an outcast and I loved her more than anything.
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Insurrection
03:00
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Left right, left right, get right and step right
Leftist left us for a liberal cat-fight
I live where they shit and my living just took flight
Out to the colonies of capital's good fight
Globally liked and totally tolerated
Don't really matter if it's totalitarian
Papers are read for today's moon, Aquarius
To pick up the part that's so fucking hilarious
And I don't mean the funnies, man; opinions are various
One says, "jump" and the other says, "carry us"
Right to the graves where they eventually bury us
And spend all their time trying to define what a marriage is
I'm over the edge. Can you comprehend any of this?
Someone please just explain to me where the head is
If the dam is about to bust, why do we put further damage in?
And if I'm about to die, then why try to examine it
Run, run! Give back the man's gun
For pebbles they got boulders
For tanks we got none
To sticks it's batons
To swords they brung guns
Always outnumbered, but never undone
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Ten Bears
01:38
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Outpost 19
03:19
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It's been two weeks since my mother died of lung cancer. Her husband had died of it two years before. She never smoked, but the Doctor said, "this type of cancer had nothing to do with smoking." I asked the Doctor if she was in pain, he said, "no." I asked my Uncle, who was a doctor, if she was in pain, he said, "yes."
"But," he said, "that they start giving people with terminal illness like this more and more liquid morphine."
It basically starts shutting your body down from the feet and hands inward; they would go numb.
Then the legs and the arms would freeze, the jaw would slack open until the only muscle still working was the heart. That's when the increase in morphine would come. The body's failure to fight the cancer and the brains' inability to send messages to the body shuts everything down.
He never said, "and then she dies," she shuts down. It was more mechanical and when you think of it like that, it's kinda the way to go. Say your goodbyes and then rot away in a feeling-less coma until you quit. You won't know it.
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Lunchbox
00:47
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Head spinning from inhaling the toxins. The box was in his lap, his accomplices watched it: his silent scream through the apocalypse. He would take no more. He would turn the mirror and he would expose death's whore. He wouldn't flinch or call out through the heat, his face twisting in agony, dignity, and defeat. These are the final measures taken by those that die for the rights of generations.
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