I don’t really care that you don’t care About what’s goin’ on in the world anywhere You only care about yourself and your hair. Lets be fair, if your not one of them you realize that there’s people like that everywhere With heads full of air. No thoughtful conclusions or self-appointed seclusion, so their Under the illusion to accept mental intrusion Your bein’ surrounded while your mind’s bein’ impounded, and Absorbing TV’s photons while the speakers are soundin’ Pleasing and clear, have no fear, cuz if it turns to a bore Go to the store and buy another beer, did ya hear? A celebrity in jeopardy, OMG gotta let it get to me, HAHA! Well I gotta be free to say what’s being kept at bay, With the world and its ways, we’re lucky for these days. Hey, it’s a message to the generation of no foundation, The one that’s always fed by the station. Hey, as the state deliberates to bomb the ones we hate, We all say, “isn’t it great?” Everybody now, for goodness sake, Take a fuckin’ break, use your fuckin’ brains people, are you awake? Nope. Not with all the distraction and all the Attraction to keep your mind to dull to even complete a fraction. So open you eyes up, and wise up Cuz for all these years you’ve been livin’ blind side up. Herded like sheep, don’t make a peep, cuz if you do Big Brother’s wolves are really gonna make ya sceech. Freedom of Speech is in the past, replaced by a Privacy breech, we cant even impeach this electromagnetic leech. Keep your mind close, don’t be brandishin’. If you speak too loud, you’ll be fuckin’ vanishin’. So, ya got a gun, ya got one? Well listen here they’ve got more then one gun, son. Don’t act wack, and quit talkin’ smack. While you’re measuring your cock, you’ll bet shot in the back. Listen here cuz this is true, they’re Bigger then me, bigger then them, and their bigger then you too. If your feelin’ sad, don’t be in a scare, cuz The best defense you have is to be aware.

So what you wanna talk about Wanna talk about your days As they fall in and out Wanna shout out loud about The things that don’t make sense so ya merely cross em out So lets try it, don’t deny it My request for you Please comply it Cuz it could be the best for you The test for you is if You knew about the right Placing thermite in the tower Right before the flight hit the Tower on the right It made day seem like night Everybody knew that it was time for a fight all of us Turning to the house of white We were all in a fright, man So we turn to the powerful white man Cuz hes the one with the plan Hes the one that’s constantly on And now hes on again And how can he be the one st the Front of the bow pointing the gun And furrowing his brow And why should I trust this unjust group of lust Its lookin to the benji’s as the target of its thrust And if you must know To let your thoughts go We’re bein paid like slaves and workin like ho’s I find it discerning that I’m payin my earnings To a plutocracy that wants to keep the oil burning Is the point of everything to point everything another way To point everything to answers that come another day To my dismay Everything’s pointing to the likes of a bad day And by the way I gotta say, I don’t wanna find myself caught up in the fray. So keep steady cuz its time to look ahead, and me? I personally verse me, myself. I know life descisions that I make can affect my health. And I take caution often, and when I’m coughin You can bet that I don’t let a cigarette smoke make me nauseous, And I’ve never forgotten that I’ve got The realization that premeditation that I make, Not often in haste, will usually be made snoozin‘. Cuz when reality flows like groovin’ music I know its in my dreams, cuz my dreams sometimes seem like Another source of reality, but of course Reality’s another source of perception. In which direction do we direct our attention to? How do we know that its not just another reflection of perception? and from our conception, what you hear What you hold dear, what you fear, what your told, Whats new and old, who you’ve turned out to be Will either come out weak or bold. If you don’t think about who you are, you’re nobody. That’s why I listen to my dreams Cuz it seems like you may be Soughin at the notion that I feel like I eat my thoughts out of a tough And I’ve got a knot in my head that comes back now and then It keeps my mind from flowing loosely so I try to think obtusely Cuz if another train of the brain comes by, I try to always run by it’s side Cuz I can’t hide from whats already inside my mind And my thoughts are never preprogrammed like a robot, They sometimes go bad, but I’ve dealt with them And I don’t welcome them Although I’ve felt them I don’t let them consume me Cuz sometimes the train of the brain takes a ride that ends up like a bad movie And presumably speaking, I know I shouldn’t cry out in vain when my head’s dissin me, it feels like my head is leaking. I set fourth on a mental mission, and Although my face’s disposition is calm, Sometimes its like my head is goin off like a bomb. The sixth sense of conciseness is steaming down my spinal chord And onto my chest Like a hidden emotional vest, my emotions are a part of conciseness. So what you wanna talk about?

(Part One) With no notion, no being open to the commotion. With no lock that works, and no lock that’s broken. With every empty cell, soon occupied for years to come. And from the occupant would come another son from the slums. Another brother of another man who did what he had to. Like a draftee of ‘Nam, while he did it, he felt sad to do everything he got winded up in, and binded up in. He did it all in the end, for you, his girlfriend. You meant the world to him, and with no notion to the emotional commotion is like you fed him a potion of psychological corrosion. And after the internal bloatin’ set him off and let him off the deep end, he found himself creepin’ up on some men sittin’ in a Benz, just two friends, disscussin’ odds ‘n ends, lettin’ the night begin, but no, it came to an abrupt end. Due to you corruptin’ your poor boy toy cuz you wanted to enjoy the feeling of a sexual exploit. So you told him, “I love you, and I can only cum if I feel you cum, so take the condom off, I wanna feel like I’m done” You knew that you were his first, and what’s even worse is that you pushed yourself on him to quench your sexual thirst. So five months have passed, and at last, the boy feels like he’s trapped. he’s always eatin’ the crap your feedin’ “I love you, Honey. We’ll be needin’ some more money for this baby that’s our’s, breedin’ in my tummy.” So that night he didn’t wanna fight, so he ened the two friends’ lives with two flashes of light. As the shot’s echo’s between the city’s structures, he became overwhelmed by and emotional rupture. “What have I just done” he whimpered to himself. Time was runnin’ out, so now it’s time to run. And by the while, you’re havin’ fun, across town you have another man’s fingers inside you cuz you wanna feel done. You’re not where you’re from, you’re not in the slums, you’re with the bother of another man that did what he was glad to. Like a narcissistic rapist while he did it, he didn’t feel bad to do you. But this was entirely consensual due to the lack of you being menstrual. Another thirty seconds have passed, and at last, he’s droppin’ bodies when heads hit the concrete, they make a crack sound. Time to pound on the gas drive down the street fast, and he hears the sirens and see’s the blue flash. And he’s cryin’ and thinkin’ “They may not catch me, If I drive fast enough, They may not snatch me” And by the while, your in a Rich man’s penthouse, you’re not even letting the man Rent you out because You knew that any man that wants to kiss a pregnant chick wouldn’t dare dismiss a sex ad on Craigslist. While you’re there your boy toy was unaware, it was something the he missed. He was just thinkin’ how can he ever escape this. He sees the blue lights in every side of sight. He’s thinkin’ how he loves you and wants to give you a kiss goodnight. So two minutes have passed. You’re concentratin’ about getting your bra unlatched. Another seven cruisers have been dispatched to try to catch the scared boy that’s drivin’ fast, his life about to be smashed. So, he’s tryin to skim by a slim gap between the side of a building and a cop’s brand new ride. His brakes are now locked in. Skiddin’ to a hault, he realizes he’s boxed in. You’re sprawled out on the bed that’s rockin’. As the boy’s heart called out, you’re havin a good time, goin’ all out. Just a fender bender at best and now the boy is pressed between the seat and the air bag. He hears the cops’ voices and their mad, sayin’ “Who’s this little punk, tryin’ to be a bad ass!?” Now the boy grasps the facts, that whatever he does they’ll be quick to react. He realizes, they’re gonna catch him. They’re gonna snatch him. When they tally up the crimes, they're never gonna unlatch him. (Part Two is in progress)