(Interview commencing January twelve, two thousand and twenty one, 9:19 pm. Sir, can you please state your name for the record?) >Jesse Jett (Alright, you may begin.) I think we’re always gonna talk about the winter Of ‘20-‘21 How many were lost How little was done How all our leaders said was “Fuck ‘em, send them to the sun” You cannot get through to someone staring at their bank balance, giddy at the sight of all the little zero’s following the 1. Lined up like the coffins of our parents and our daughters and our sons They’re not here to help, And you’re kidding yourselves if you think that this isn’t what they want. When our only way to speak is to march in the streets, and they beat us to our knees, down to the asphalt, hard enough you think they’re tryna push you down beneath What more can be done? That was not rhetorical, I’m asking you: What more can be done? What more can be done?

I guess, in the end, that’s it’s just a crap shoot Who denounces the true you Versus who backs you Knowing you would skin the poor to make a track suit Knowing you’d begin a few wars If your overlords asked you Knowing that the inks not dry on the last few And knowing that your voters aren’t living in a goddamn vacuum. We see through you, Joe, we see past you. Joe, we know you only wanna kick trans folks Out the bathrooms. Spittle up some drek about ‘Family Values’ Take away our weed and then say that we just Need Valium. Joe Biden, Patron Saint of big pharma Knows no karma, And all of our media paints him as valiant. But I’m here to tell you the spirit of Biden Exists in a cursed medallion That rose outta hell like smoke In the form of a thousand stallions A dead battalion, Eyes blood red with a lust for the violence Of racial injustice I come to bury joe And burn a candle for Augustus Maybe not a song you would dance to But something of substance Something in place that can warn you When liberals lie while they’re looking you straight in the eye and they say “you can trust us” Maybe you didn’t get What I meant This is not a political event It’s the winter of our discontent Half of us will not make rent I might burn my masters just to keep warm. Big white Lies No silver lining under smoke-gray skies And all of the streets ran red but the blood sure kept our feet warm So vote for the wolf Or the wolf in sheep form Defund police Before we’re all deformed Take our free speech We’ll speak in the tongues of C4, Our lungs need more to send us packing, than tear gas thrown from the hands of fascists Who kill their cams, And take off their badges All while Biden and Kamala fund our assassins And offer us nothing but platitudes They’ll Tell us “go out and vote And then clean up your attitudes” Well, Joe, fuck you to death And the donors you fed us to

Wait! We’re Forty Sunday Mornings out from normal And the world is not the same Said you waited for the warning But the warning never came Don’t shine a light in my face Nancy’s gonna cut you a check too late Two years after your funerals paid Two years after the grave She’ll be a little stronger for all of the dollars she saved Watching you ache Watching you cling to your family slipping away Watch her do nothing but pray Watch her condemn the republicans, Take them to brunch, And then shrug it away Watch us be outraged half of a day Then Pick a new hero to face our leaders and think they could beat them playing the game that they’ve played since Pelosi had real human blood in her veins They’re all one in the same Sold off stocks and they all maintained that the risk was benign And the virus was tame Flash forward and 40 Sunday Mornings fade a quarter million people in its wake And the cruise ships sailed today So Motherfucker Don’t shine a light in my face Wait! We’re Forty Sunday Mornings out from normal And the world is not the same Said you waited for the warning But the warning never came Don’t shine a light in my face Said you waited for a warning, but the warning never—

Fate demanded I be singer of a new ballad About the candidate you wanted like a finger in your fruit salad But were made to choke down Never mind he didn’t have supporters on the ground Nevermind a website that gave volunteers the runaround and a platform of policies that followed Biden’s lead and didn’t make a fucking sound. And then he takes the crown. Now that’s Ascension into power by Immaculate Election Cause no one really wanted it And no one should have trusted it But don’t you try to question it, Cause Joe is not a fan of questions But Joe’s a fan of pointing fingers right in people’s faces, or if they’re not in public spaces, Joe will try to poke a finger everywhere I won’t mention Joe’s soul is molded, and beholden more to power than the list of fucking speakers at the DNC Convention Who gave us all a show of keeping AOC at bay, Just so everyone can say they tried to censor her dissension But if you still believe the ‘progressives’ we’ve elected give a shit if we’re protected, there’s a bridge I’d like to sell you in a parallel dimension They’re just tech-savvier with media relations Propagandist Instagram and public obfuscation Better suited to assure you that they’re here to have a conversation Better suited to assure you they aren’t actively supporting your eviction and your slide into starvation Better suited to assure you they can tweet about your needs and offer hope and motivation while you drift into the weeds But they parterened with the moccasins and gators in the reeds and they’ll damn sure get a portion of our meat So, love me or leave me or mislead me to tikrit You won’t wanna hear it, so I’ll try to say it sweet: The Squad are not your buddies, They are simply more discreet, GOP will kill you on your feet, Dems and Fake progressives do it in your sleep. Anyone can recognize our nations needs and put it in a tweet. But coming from a leader in a seat of power Really shows they know they’re obsolete The Squad are not your buddies, They are simply more discreet

When some people talk about a ‘He’ They mean Christ When I talk about a ‘He’, then I really mean Biden, And when I say ‘talk about’ I really mean ‘Scream like I’m trapped beneath the ice’ Scream like I woke up from a dream where the memory resurfaced that I voted for Obama twice. And I Saw the ballot flash before my eyes like the futures of a couple thousand middle eastern children that Obama wiped out via drone strike Took em out early so he wouldn’t have to wait until their wedding nights This had been the only man you lauded as a decent moral president til we decided W was fine Decided he was not the man who whittled down our privacy or stuck us in Iraq for the rest of time Now we see him in a different light, And all it took to whitewash the shame of his war crimes was snuggling Obama’s wife. Nevermind our soldiers, They should know a measly fuckin’ ‘thank you’ and discount at Applebee’s is fair trade for PTSD, and a life of lost sleep while they’re cuddling their trauma tight. Nevermind a lost generation due to birth defects we buried in the soil so Iraqi kids are born without a way to shut their eyes Or Born with half their organs hanging out their sides And We won’t try to fix them, but we’ll doctor up the image of the man who firebombed them in the night Cause, Fuck it, man, the Raytheon stock is out of sight! And who’s got the time to do more for the poor outside when it’s warmer in here and there’s Dom on ice? Meanwhile, half a mile down your drinking glass, there fizzles out a disappearing middle class, who never seems to surface, they just keep on taking water, but they never get to drown cause they can’t afford a service So when I talk about a ‘He’ If I really mean Biden, Then I’ll scream it with a spite that lights a fire in my central nervous Scream it like I’m one of many millions in your Perignon ice bucket, begging you for scraps, scratching at the surface. Who never seems to surface Just keep on taking water And never get to drown Cause I can’t afford a service Begging you for scraps Scratching at the surface

Although he’s not the slickest vulture to have ever picked a carcass He’s just the kind to catch us at our darkest For an easy harvest Just the kind to serve us to the markets, Who’ll see you lose your home before his donors let him bargain Who’ll give a cop the go-ahead to shoot you in the leg before they let you harm a Target And being an American, I love watching garbage, but it’s overload And this is not my first rodeo I don’t drop mics But I choke-slam podiums And so we go, Little bit of Troy, a little Roanoke Karma, come and hold me close And tell me how you told me so I’m overboard, I’m blowing out, I’m Holy Ghost. In stolen shroud Soaked in old petroleum and calling down the rolling clouds Slowly move my mouth and form the only sound I knew and it was always out of tune, But it’s the ugly fucking truth. And now it’s flowing out Break the banks, Flood the basin Transcribed a translation Spoke it Out of morse code, straight into capsaicin And I Hope it suits your station, Cause it’s my last release that won’t require proof of vaccination Got all my rates Adjusted for infection and inflation Bloating and decay and all the perks of radiation We see the virus for the profits, not the patients Honey, Look at all the records set for all these corporations, When Covid started spreading, They were just this side of celebration, They got One record quarter in the bag, And now they’re all impatient They’d rather have a toe to tag, Than see a mouth to feed, Or worse, a kid in need of education And, honey, only money’s making that distinction They’re gonna thin the herd straight through starvation to the brink of our extinction Capitalism favors innovation And is never at a loss for ways to make us hate our liberation. Cloud our vision. Somewhere in America a man with no money in the bank is on his way to city hall to go complain about proposals for a soup kitchen. And he’ll never see the tiny bit of irony that floats in all the tragedy of his position. And he’s not the only one, it’s an American tradition. So it goes, In endless perpetuity, We’ve never deviated from the mission I sat out the ritual and listened from the sand Held my head between my hands, And muttered ‘Dying would be easy, Life’s an everyday decision’ And I’m not the only one, It’s an American tradition I bet you thought that Trump would go to jail And Joe would listen You’re not the only one It’s an American tradition

One man’s silent auction is another trial In a system designed to see you suicidial And, Funny, we don’t hear a peep out of Kendrick, Bey, or Jay-Z, We just see a lot of silent idols. With their heads up their asses Like the Fascists made them hide somewhere parallel to Pilonidal. Like they let us off the lead, But you know that, in your heart you will always taste the bridle. And I am not JPEGMAFIA Or honorary PNG Yakuza Label owns your Masters, And your masters want their profits up So they say you can’t diss Biden You have to stay silent, So shut your fuckin mouth and watch me cough it up I’ll kill it, Then I’ll bury it, Piss right on the grave, Shit, I’ll maybe dig the coffin up They want you and me softened up, That’s why they try crying ‘Unity’ Preach it to my face And Watch me catch a case faster than we should have ended qualified immunity You can hide from the truth, But I’ll pull you out and school you, honey, You can call it truancy Ash as far as you can see Out across the ruins Let it sink in Til it ruins all your dopamine I take my haze a whiter shade of Aubergine My words are just the go-between for all this fucking acid and an out-of-date famotodine Say my piece, Drop the mic, Bleed out all my chromosomes And blow the scene And I will not be coming back So love us or leave us Or mislead us to Iraq I’m violence over science If you’re faith over facts We’re all up for auction, honey, We can not relax We coronated Biden and I didn’t cut a track I just stared into the ether hearing everyone react Hearing the collective sigh of liberal satisfaction Cause you all went fucking batshit for a bigot geriatric Who magically regains his faculties to slaps your daughters ass And even though she’s 8, you let it happen Just like All these fucking garbage politicians served their kids up on a platter During photo ops designed to let them leech a little power and significance directly from the head slave master The author of imprisonment Who partnered with the sentencer of innocents Telling you they’re here to heal the soul of old America, And clearly that’s just code for “We are here to watch you starve and serve Our bigot benefactors Cue the canned Kamala laughter Comma, distractor, Comma, less schools more jails More fracking, More wars, comma, blood dollars, comma, Kamala laughing Fuck it, honey, more reactors Biden says Let’s Build Back Better But the man learned “better” from the likes of those who stood for Jim Crow By the letter So you can not convince me that a man who spent a lifetime swallowing the sermons of a guy like Strom Thurmond ends up anything but Kissinger with Mister Rogers Sweater. I’m out the party And I won’t be coming back Let em Love us or leave us or mislead us to Iraq Let Kamala deceive us with some sneakers and a laugh They will not address the other half If they acknowledge our predicament they have to say why they dismissed us And nobody in congress has the guts to look the nation in the face and explain how they let us waste away to afford all the comforts they need to maintain all their opulence and stingy inhumane existence So it’s gonna be an ugly fucking Christmas We will not be coming back So love us or leave us Or mislead us to Iraq I’m violence over science If you’re faith over facts We’re all up for auction, Buddy, We can not relax We will not be coming back So love us or leave us Or mislead us to Iraq I’m violence over science If you’re faith over facts We’re all up for auction, Biden We will not relax

Joe’s appointees have cut their teeth teaching other thieves the propers ways and means to come and eat your lunch How to circumvent the law and reach right through your window to the dinner table, pilfering your Easter Brunch A little east of eden, south of heaven now for each of us. Where the 99% of us are made to be the least of us. And it’s only normal cause that’s what our system teaches us Ugly fucking Christmas dismal Christmas Eve Some hideous statistics if you’re brave enough to read How many million families are without a thing to eat And they’ll only be a blurb on the tv, Right before the NYSE record profit Wall Street circle jerk Right into our stockings as a Christmas treat Just before you overdraft so you can get a Christmas tree You missed two weeks on the job cause you don’t get the same quick testing that the rich receive Your livelihood, and that of all your families isn’t worth half as much as a birthday jamboree for all of these fucking dogshit A-list celebrities And, you know what? I hope they live it up, cause in the next couple months, we won’t see them for their wealth, we’ll just see a source of calories Talk about your raw, unscripted, unsalted reality Talk about a household name up on your table like a centerpiece Talk about you reckoning your overwhelming hunger with your beckoning morality Then Let’s have a talk about duality How to keep your sanity and forage for your neighbors and the remnants of your family And why you shouldn’t grieve when you feast on your leaders, cause all of them are felons who will never see a sentence for a felony THATS reserved for you and me and the extended peasantry Cause for every felon sentenced there’s a senator with all the same offenses who will never see a cell, yet they can sell you on the speech about how they are not your enemy. And if they go to trial they might have to spend a while in the kind of place that puts all your vacation spots to shame with their amenities Somewhere in the twisted human structure of the capitalist centipede, we’re the segment living on the excrement of those who eat the excrement of those who dine on Perignon and caviar. But couldn’t guess the retail price of a candy bar And Who play with the lives of the poor like an endless sea of avatars Pulling all the filthiest of strings in the purest garb Some of whom, I’m sure, are being vetted by the Biden Team for title of Insurance Czar When I say “All of Biden’s cabinet are fascists” You say “Yeah, Jesse, sure they are.” Then go and roll your eyes like you heard it all Tell me how it means that I’m a trump supporter, honey, I done heard it all. It don’t hurt at all I’m unnerved, but I’m vertical, answered the call cause I heard the call, And all it was was ‘burn it all’ Simple enough that I only heard it once, But I learned it all, Learned to sew, Made a Biden voodoo doll, Burned the doll. Brought the doll to life just to watch it crawl Swept up the ash, made a batch of cookies, Fell asleep Burned em all. Take me to your fash, honey, I can try to turn em all, Or turn em into Sterno if they were to shut the furnace off Winter heard us cough and urges us beyond the permafrost Twitter purges us, and CNN will have us on so they can turn us off. They don’t try to hide it, they just turn us off. They don’t even hide it, they just turn us off. They won’t even hide it, they just turn us off. They don’t have to hide it, they just —

And you don’t stop You just push through And you don’t stop Broken and bruised, you don’t stop Coughing up fluid, you don’t stop, Alright, Fresh from the minds that brought you king Midas sign of the times, call me Homo Detritus Karmas a beast and it’s fleas make a plague look childish Are we home of the brave or the best or the brightest? None of the above, and my answers as final as one wrong look at one of Brooklyns finest Barack was a real class act bet he’ll walk to The Hague so stylish And he can perch on a warlord’s throne made of little-known middle-east drone violence Buddy, They were logging mileage while you and your smartphone were both on silent. Busy Hailing Barack as a well-spoken token that prejudice was dead and America had woken up when all along our bigotry was thriving! A rising red vitriolic tide so thick that it is binding Like a contract of slavery they gave us in writing Loophole amendments that lay all their mines and then go into hiding So they can legislate slaves to a 20-cent wage if they’re on the inside. The road isn’t long, it is wide, and there’s not much winding, they just lead you to a lifetime of small crime, bring you back and put you in a line doing sweatshop labor for a couple fucking dimes, and you can spend your whole life here being beaten by our staff of steroid gym rat white nationals. Do it all for Nike, buddy, Do it for the Capital Do it for the guards so they’ll treat you like an animal Do it when you’re sick, or you’re sore, cause you HAVE to. DO IT SO THE PRISON SHAREHOLDERS CAN ROLL IN THEIR DOUGH AND REMODEL THEIR BATHROOMS With walk-in showers that might be a little bit bigger than the cell where you spend 20 hours of your 24, maybe more, they don’t count it anymore, they just need you well enough to move a product out the door, they just got a marble countertop and all-new tile floors, heated fucking seats on the bidet that you helped them afford. They won’t lift a finger if your warden goes overboard and makes the common area an unspoken Covid ward Let’s you intermingle like he hadn’t really done before And there’s a lot of pits dig up in the yard all numbered and he still won’t tell us what the numbers for But it’s gotta be a warning, And probably the kind that you might use thunder for when the realization strikes that they’re grouping you tight, and restricting your time outside, it won’t take a genius to link it to all of the coughing that’s keeping you up every night. So if you can’t abide slaves, i’ll state the case plain, a Prisoner shares the same rights. And your tax dollars are lining the pockets of those who ensure that the luxuries of medicine and showers are consistently denied And you can spend 8 years if you’re black cause you burned up a trash can but you won’t see any time if you rape when you’re young and you’re white. And in 5 years time that white rapist guy gets a job as a guard where he finds new prey to dehumanize And it’s ingrained as a part of our system of justice so deeply that it’s not scrutinized And if we’re talking capital punishment all of these assholes with bludgeons who call themselves justice could probably be euthanized Rather than giving them 70 humans to supervise, torture and brutalize. Sensitivity Training can’t teach you the value of human life. It’s a message that’s basic, Our nature has shaped it Our culture is born out of breaking down and then seeing it crucified I feel like I’m watching every day with exponentially more lucid eyes Til I’m drooling out my cheek and down my side and my eyes are the dullest shade of overdose white When Just a dose of reality hits like an overdose might It’s a gross mentality that keeps the country going Makes you wonder why we’re keeping it alive. And you don’t stop Just push through And you don’t stop Broken and bruised You don’t stop Coughing up fluid You don’t stop Guards gang rape you And you don’t stop They take your commissary You don’t stop Your mothers being buried You don’t stop When nothing is forgiven You don’t stop When life is not living You don’t stop!

Read my lips: brand new taxes Starving all the billionaires and neutering their visa Max’s Topple congress off their axis Mobilize the homeless, give em axes, call it praxis. Chop a couple limbs off the legislative branches We’ll show you the difference between air as a human right and guaranteed oxygen access. Octogenarians who barely know what day it is are culling countless citizens while sitting on a dais made of ignorance, built on the graves of the slaves made to labor for its self-declared significance All to build a congress full of millionaires who make their fortunes insider trading while they shit on all the indigent I got a bone to pick with our leaders, and I’ll start with the ligaments Pick right through the muscle, dig the marrow out and serve it to the unhoused millions who are living in their minivans or watching their belongings get evicted from their tenement I have a dream where we breach the walls of congress, and just let em in And what happens next will survive in only text, cause there won’t be any evidence There will only be the heavy kind of feeling that pervades a space where there has been a reckoning and you can feel it’s remnants Let any man who enters seeking power know that those who came before him suffocated on their eminence There once was a seal on the wall, but we quartered it and scattered all the pieces that it might prevent it’s semblance So we end the great experiment. We’ll take all your billions, leave you two coins for the ferryman Drifting on a Dutchman floating derelict among the wretched seraphim Holy is the hand that wiped the land clean of those who pose as gentlemen That’s my time, honey, cue the thunderclap and strike the theremin And so we end the great experiment

You were told to come alone Joe said, if you vote for him, he’ll abdicate his throne As the father of the crime bill, soul of Jim Crow. Proud to live and vote as a Strom Thurmond clone And if he tried to kiss your daughter with the cameras rolling, he‘ll try more than kissing her alone. Then he’ll cozy up with Jill for a photo like a portrait of the Kissinger’s at home. Hate to kill the messenger But if he’s gotta go We can FaceTime And I’ll slit his throat while he stares into the phone Like “if you don’t know, kitten, now you know.” This is where austerity has gotten us, this is all that palpable excitement for a 20 year wait on forgiveness for your student loans But a distraction’s a distraction, and it’s time to see some action So here’s one last song for Joe Before I try to keep his name out of the lyrics in my phone Try to shift the focus to our senators and everyone in congress who is all too glad to be hidden while we’re wasted to the bone It is not ‘Food Insecure’ it’s ‘Starvation’ and it lurks in almost half this country’s homes So if you’re gonna lay down, hold your nose, and vote for Joe Have the guts to admit that you chose to submit and that you decided lending your support to a pedophile must be a step towards hope That a vote for a man who spent his whole life implementing laws that dehumanized people of color is a vote against fascism When you know damn well he’s just a kinder, dumber face on the same white nationalism Then throw away your scruples with the memories of your activism Watch your weak resistance usher in a fucking cataclysm Elect a bigot war pig and say you’re gonna push him into pacifism That’s some bootlicker Stockholm hostage liberal masochism

I think I liked it better being blind When I couldn’t read between the lines When I couldn’t see the cracks in the structure that lay bare before me the whole time I think I liked it better back when I Suspended disbelief and swallowed pride I thought I knew the difference in the red from the blue but they both bleed us so dry My favorite songs don’t hit the same way, Cause I get to the end of a 4-minute track, and Im only look back thinking ‘what did they actually SAY?’ I try to sit down with my wife and watch TV, But I just see propaganda elevating the police in the simplest of sitcom banter, the tiny little altars full of offerings to corporate masters, every well planned, wide-pan shot of the name brands in the pantry, pullback one long tracking shot, out to the garage to the logo on the Camry, nice tight shot of the Camry, Close up view of the Camry, Slow pan up on the Camry, Long slow zoom to the unmoving human who’s up in the front with a tube pumping fumes to him straight from the back of the Camry Ashamed he just could not provide for himself, let alone for his family. It’s a blue-pill mindset that spent 2020 making dance beats. Ignorance is bliss, which explains why a lot of us are so fucking happy Quick to take the trip for all its trappings Never one to ask what’s up what’s going on, or god forbid what’s happening A lot of us would strap into the ride And then spit right in the eye of the guy whose job it is to to snap our fastenings, But maybe we’re all born with that capacity Maybe each of us comes standard with humor, compassion, malice, and audacity. Some of us are blind to the system, and some see it fine but say “this is how it has to be” Some of us can stare wide-eyed at a nationwide human catastrophe and only offer platitudes and recipes!!!!! And I wish that I could tell myself that nothing’s worth obsessing past my everyday necessities I wish that I could cry ‘fake news’ over anything that threatened me tune out our abuses and consume a little levity I wish that I could offer up my Son a smoother destiny I wish I had some better lessons for how best to answer questions for the things I’ve been perpetually questioning But I’m too busy looking at our leaders wondering what I may be missing from their messaging Trying to find the reasoning to let a quarter million people meet an early reckoning, Even though I know the truth, it’s hard to swallow something that’s so literally sickening Hope is ever dwindling Covid ever beckoning Winter slows your breathing, But your pulse is ever quickening Even though I know the truth it’s hard to keep listening. I’m done with my epiphany, my innocence is blistering, I’d like to think I’d taste the earth before I’d ever kiss the ring Hard to speak the truth, Harder still to keep listening. Sometimes I think I miss being (blind)

I guess I was born with The curse of foresight I knew Joe was only gonna represent the war side That said, I just came to fight You can keep the ‘Or Flight’ Save the surprise and the gasp when the shadow the fascists have cast is on your doorstep in the glow of your porch light Save the surprise when the grid goes down and we go underground to lick wounds in the gloom of a torch light While up in the sky, a blimp glides by with a sign like ‘New Years’ 2022 brought to you jointly by Pfizer & Coors Light’ While the centrists all watch from a comfortable court side Right in the thick of the action, behind a partition We’re in a morbid position/ a plague of evictions born a comorbid condition/ Of the cancer of wealth I fantasize that I cancel myself Hands on your heads, throw your best laid plans in the well, there are no more answers, questions go back on the shelf All Joe’s Donors, a quick show of hands, How many of you sub to the Lockheed Martin only fans? How many are loyalist patrons for the Raytheon Patreon Occupy Iraq and send a million off into the great beyond Coup yourself with the safety on. True to yourself in as much as you dutifully spew out a mucus of QAnon You can’t convince me the capital wasn’t surrendered with every intention of digging us deeper down into the treacherous webbing of censorship ebbing your speech and dissension so you can’t hold Biden accountable, not in his mentions, and not in the streets Know to the end That Joe will defend the elite Joe won’t embarrass McConnell, But Joe’s not embarrassed if all of your children are hungry and weak Too hungry to speak Too hungry to stand, They just lie at his feet. Joe is fresh out of empathy, fresh out of policy but he’d love to know what was your favorite ice cream flavor to eat back when you used to eat? I guess the road isn’t rocky for people who thought we were free They’ll believe what they read, and Joe’s here to lull them to sleep. Counting us down by the dozens, the culling of gullible sheep, led to the slaughter by media tyrants and government thieves These are the leeches who stubbornly suck when there’s nothing to bleed. These are the tumors that force us to crawl on our knees. This is the home of the brave, This is the land of the free. One was Foreclosed in ‘08 One was Condemned in 2016