i’m not particularly interesting
drowning out the thoughts with indifference
talks with my spitting image
lost in the muck of pity
wake me when they burn the cities
i’ll walk through the ashes blissfully
minds made up about the ministry
of truth seekers
peacekeepers never keep the peace
truth unbelievably bleak
oh the irony… a black cop
steady bootlicking
then run and stick you up for a bootleg
the uncle tom mascot
and all the green is on the other side
white lies screaming color blind
locked in caged bird singing for a locksmith
all out of options
we get out of pocket for a change the lint to dollars
dead prez doctrine
i keep a 5 finger discount for false prophets
accomplished when we olly olly
i’ve never whistled while i worked once
i died on the job boss said that sounds perfect
sign me up for snow, rain, heat, gloom, in surplus
wage slave came to masquerade at your service
and still tryna get paid on labor day
explain how it’s 40 plus and rent still a pain to pay
fuck around and drink the kool aid cause i can’t escape
sins of the father some mistakes you just can’t erase
i wished i lounged in the canopy
can it be
soup for my family
news at 5 produce insanity
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