I used to be in love with a alcholic
in a lot of ways I still am
I think its those signs of humanity
I find most attractive.
I could die right here in my bed
these perscription medications came without cat scans
just a friends apartment
only lit by the television as a back lamp.
I spent today under a tree
reading Marvel's "Avengers essentials"
thinking about how much 60's america feard communities outside of their "modern" acceptance
really people of color of any kind...any sort of controlled agression.
I know nothing has changed
Tamir,Trayvon,Michael Brown....I cant breathe
I hear screams...I see dreams drown
but anytime I speak...people shake my hand...thank me for making a sound.
Im just a small tenor in a choir who is bound
by media outlets and FBI propoganda...twitter
now the only place truth can be found.
And no this isnt white guilt...this is decency confounded
this isnt about pesos,franks or pounds
but the evil we find so profound.
this isnt about marketing
this is so no more children have to be lead to the ground.
I am a simple hand in the network of shrouds
no government can block my path because Ill make my rounds
you think Im afraid of death? seeds have already been sprouted
you think im afraid of jail?
all of my brothers and sisters are in and out
the only decency left has to be bought,sold or found
becareful of the latter...you still may catch rounds.
this is the American dream
screaming openly about opression until your lungs fall out
this post orweiliean society
only the truth is stranger then fiction now