1. |
The Grift
06:28
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Last stand,
and I came to deliver
I been called a Clinton operative,
a Russian, and a grifter,
By Libs awash in student debt,
and proud to be an intern,
Sucking up to pigs
who’ll get a tax cut in the midterms
Cut the ties but never heal the wrist-burns
Capitalist shackles wrap
and penetrate like ringworms
Round the necks of those whose deaths
will not affect the kings purse,
Or the coffers of the company the king serves
Who manufacture mandated tinctures
safety data hanging from a fixture,
half a mile skyward,
just dangling from the rafters.
My grift is sobbing til I’m cackling with laughter
I guess I would have made a decent actor
I’d be great at crying on command
until they cut, plus 40 minutes after.
When the director waves their hand,
It ain’t a wrap, it’s now a legal matter
My grift is weeping on a mic
until I’m hacking up
Air strike verses
like it’s bombs away and batter up
Swinging on these bigots they keep killing us
to fatten up
Kill the switch, eat the rich,
I think they’re finally fat enough
Grab your knife and fork,
the world is yours,
Just say you’ve had enough.
And if you’re comfy,
You can go ahead and Laugh it up
Tell me how the most important vote
I’ll ever cast
is like the choosing of a bus
in that it might not take you
anywhere you want,
But no one can deny the fact
the bus is now no longer where it was
And that’s the kind of progress
We should celebrate and trust.
Spoken like a kid that never took a bus
Spoken like a piece of shit
that used some cash to mask his stink
and truly thinks he’s one of us
Spoken like a terminally unserious person
Who equates our cries for rights
To mixed up orders from a server
And it paints a privileged picture
of what you would label ‘Urgent’
that the worst thing you’ve experienced in life has been the time your waiter
accidentally brought a tray
of gold-flaked scallops
when you CLEARLY ordered gold-flaked Urchin
Now you’re
Storming out the restaurant
and hopping in a Tesla
you got 80 pounds of Tony Fauci merch in
~ Rewind!
True change won’t make you wait
in such a long line
Life’s not just a way to waste your free time
Air that’s fit to breathe is not a “Free Ride” ~
Best to place your bets
on weaponizing the identity
of every limp progressive
claiming grassroots integrity,
policy’s a slippery slope
for all of its complexity;
so flex your brave resistance
with this Ilhan Omar NFT
Numbered one of
seven-hundred twenty-three,
Each depicts her valiantly championing a bill before she lays it at a donor’s feet.
And she can throw her hands
up in the air with AOC, and say
“If only Nina Turner
could have voted ‘Present’ too,
that’s why we need another seat.”
“We need some MORE progressives
we elect to only tweet”
“Who live to serve Humana,
and their label of ‘Elective’
slapped on every patients gravest needs”
Every station plays the theme:
‘Medical professionals agree
on the effectiveness and safety of injections
authorized for this emergency’
and in other, unrelated news,
The profits of the ones
who manufacture vaccines
just increased by nearly 36 billion,
with a fucking B.
Sometimes it feels like
we’re the only ones that see
Sometimes it feels like
all of us are lost as sea
And every time we think we see an island
on the tip of the horizon,
it turns out to be another measure
making sure we’re kept within the watchful eye of murderous authority
So, I guess my grift is crying
for the future they denied us
where the people who would buy us
are a mockable minority
And we are more
than genomes under warranty
And we are more
than serfs
in constant quarantine
If I had a single breath left,
I’d let the chorus scream.
I denounce our leaders claiming
“None for all, and more for me.”
~ Rewind!
True change won’t make you wait
in such a long line
Life’s not just a way to waste your free time
Air that’s fit to breathe is not a “Free Ride” ~
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2. |
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(“What about you, eyeballs, what did you see?”)
It couldn’t have been me, Sir,
I was front row, in my AOC t-shirt
Fois-Gras suckin on a press release, sir,
Head down, 4th shot, good little sheep, sir
Sit down, sweetie,
the adults are gonna speak first
They Trust the Science,
and they’re terrified of research
Here to thank our Healthcare Heroes
they’ve been feeding to the burnout, feet first.
Til, suddenly, they dip mid-shift,
take a header off a bridge,
such a shame,
they were really such a sweet nurse.
Now they’ll never get the card
and the cold slice of Pizza
meant to thank them for their teamwork
Now they’ll never get
the baggie full of Chex mix
which would be the one reward they’d see
for all the moms they had to intubate,
and the countless cries of grief
since we’ve been haunted
by the Spectre of the C-Word
Now all the applause for our healthcare heroes rings a very hollow note,
because we played it out like Freebird
Add the one’s and zero’s
and our fragile checks and balances
are checks for all the wealthy,
who have such unholy talents
that we think it’s patriotic
that we’ve all got zero-balances,
and re-elect Pelosi
so she’ll face our toughest challenges
Which is analogous
to water for a drowning man
Nancy disregards our impoverished
with a spiteful and dismissive little waving
of her withered hand.
Cause half a million freezing on the streets
is Biden’s winter plan
And I bet you swore they told you
you were voting for a different man.
But, really, all you wanted was a different man.
It didn’t make a fucking difference
if he finishes the previous inhabitants agenda, and starts auctioning protected land
Biden’s born to leap at any war
a donor’s check demands
Turns out that You can’t cure greed
once it infects a man.
Once they lose respect for human life,
and focus all their fucking efforts
on the Oil Baron Rescue Plan
Honey,
What are we to Hecuba,
or Hecuba to us that if she’s starving,
we should give a damn?
Why should we be moved to tears if someone isn’t eating;
we won’t even recognize
that food’s essential to our being.
It’s just us and motherfucking Israel
who will not guarantee
that food’s a basic human right,
because starvation is our favorite tool
of genocide disguised as
sanctioned Democratic healing.
That’s me in the corner,
losing my religion,
gouging out my eyes,
and dancing on the ceiling
Jesus Fucking Christ, what a feeling.
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3. |
Aetna Demigod
04:59
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I didn’t have to wait for long
Never had to change a song
I Just sing it like a raised alarm
and smile when you say I’m wrong
I can’t even feign disarmed,
can’t fake while you play the charms
And I don’t know the page we’re on,
But this is where you say you’re wrong
~~~
Now’s the perfect time for you to burn the bridge to self-forgiveness
Now’s the chance
take a stand
stay your hand
before you cast another vote
for corporate interest
Another vote that chokes your hopes
of owning your own home,
or opening a business
They love to say their hands were tied,
the stars just weren’t aligned
for them to get their votes in line
and see their promises delivered,
But they killed it in an INSTANT
Bills don’t die by accident,
they’re all assassinated
on behalf of the congressionally kismet
by some lobbyists who see themselves
as agents of clandestine fate,
not fences in a prison
Dealing in the stolen goods of sleeping slaves,
trading on the futures of their children.
Betting on a spread of daily dead
where every grave’s
creating profit by the millions
For fascists lurking in the wings,
and all of their affiliates
And every Aetna demigod
our Senators conduct
their darkest dealings with,
it really gets impossible to document
or fingerprint,
cause it isn’t just a pattern of corruption,
it’s the very fabric making up the structure
of the system that we’re living in
Dash your hopes,
and down a margarita goes,
you box the shadows,
take a little nap,
and then you get back in and swing again-
But if the Margarita made you sick,
you probably wouldn’t take a drink again
So if you’re voting either party,
Honey, think again.
I recommend you steel your nerves to never serve an officer, a president, a despot,
or a king again.
Mark my words,
the day will come where we will rise
and sing again.
If voting makes you sick,
well, no one’s forcing you to drink again.
~Chorus~
This is where you finally admit
you weren’t ignorant,
You boldly voted Joe
like an informed and blissful idiot,
You chose to blur the parts of Biden
you don’t find the prettiest
And now you choose uplifting news
and filter out the grittiest
But truth is something coarse enough
That even when it’s hidden
it’s apparent when you feel it
on your fingertips,
I know it’s hard to deal with from a distance,
and up close,
the truth is hideous,
but there’s no getting rid of it,
you have to let it in,
or it just worries at your skin,
in every moment,
loud or intimate.
Shake it off,
for fucks sakes,
you don’t have to celebrate
or be so proud of progress
by imaginary increments
You don’t have to heap such constant praise on fucking villains
like their stillborn promises
are honestly just isolated incidents
And not the product of the principle of privilege
Not intentional eugenics
just by any other synonym
Covered up with desperate clusterfucks
of rosy images
Labeled plain by any other name
except for what the fucking image is.
So once you’ve stared the page down
enough you’ll spot the difference,
One is red and one is blue,
And That’s the only truth,
Neither one delivers on
The promise of deliverance.
One is red,
and one is blue,
and that’s the only difference.
The rest are isolated and imaginary incidents.
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4. |
Echosphere
02:16
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False alarm,
I thought that help was here.
But it was my own reassurance
Bouncing round a hundred thousand times
In my own Echosphere
If every time you speak,
You keep it off the record,
Consequently,
you can keep your record clear.
And if you mute the speech
that shakes your frail beliefs,
you only seek to insulate your image
and continue down the stream
in the direction clout and credit steers
Directly from your mouth
and to “Am I The Asshole” Reddit’s ears
Directly back into the greasy pockets
of some Gates Foundation Financiers
And then Directly back into
the frantic final thoughts
of early-trial Neuralink volunteers
Staring at the numb and mumbling vacancies where recently had been their peers
Half of whom are glitching
with a memory stuck on ‘pause’
and half have zero fucking clue
just who they are, or why they’re here.
It’s been said
That Fear is all we have to fear
But that was back before
The Bezos Fear Condenser came along
Distilling concentrated fear
that’s diamond-pure,
crystal-clear, oppressor-strong
and woven into every single
article you read
and song they’ll let you hear.
Then Elon heard that Jeff
enhanced our fears by 86 percent,
and he said “hold my beer”
And not a single sheep among the herd
would turn their head, or say a word,
cause they were all too busy begging for the shears.
Begging for the muzzle
Happy just to guzzle feed
and watch a screen for all their years
Man, To each his own,
Can’t afford a home,
But they’ll let you
Have your cozy little Echosphere
Where, There, among your own devices,
you can break the seventh seal,
Overthrow the oracles and slay the seer
All the tomes were burned
And all the lips were seared
Shut your eyes
and all our lives just disappear
Now Blink em twice:
Welcome to your Echosphere
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5. |
Both Hands On Your Head
04:07
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~ And when you dream,
you’re by yourself
Don’t know the streets
where you find yourself
Go back to sleep,
don’t mind yourself
Both hands on your head. ~
Money’s talking
While hunger prays
Buncha Nazi-loving child-fuckers run the state
911 is on some 1-800-CIA
Plastic pundits pump your trusts
and fund your shallow graves
It’s malice just for malice sakes
Congress houses wealthy corpses,
breathing hexes, arming forces,
spilling out a million greedy snakes
from all their orifices,
coursing down the Congress floor,
across the aisle,
out the door,
to curse a million more
before they’ve run their bloody courses
Clip your wings like Klippenstein
Then out and burn your sources
collapse, at times,
is hard to witness,
other times, it’s gorgeous
There’s something satisfying
in the act of watching something greedy
choke upon the very thing
on which it gorges
And there’s something humbling blooming
in the thought that, once the dust has settled, mine could be the hand that clears the moss, and lights the torches
Mine could be the voice
that wakes the very fucking orchids
Mine could be the words
that stir the armies in the orchards
The lowliest of roots, I’d be the one to call them forward
let the very earth be witness first
to see the fascists flail and flounder once they learn they’re truly cornered
Once they learn the class war has boiled down to looters versus hoarders
Let the earth absorb their meager worth once they’ve been quartered
Laugh, and say “I only followed orders”
Kind of like the guy who flew the drone
that leveled Doctors Without Borders
When Classic Clinton morals launched a couple wars and, off the books, a dozen more,
so Congress opened up the store
and moved a quarter-million mortars
And bombed allegiance out of those who wouldn’t kneel before us
And now the stage is set,
and we’re the starving chorus
who hunger not, for justice,
but the leaders that ignored us.
~ Go back to sleep,
Don’t mind yourself
Let what you’ve seen
rewind itself
And, when you dream,
you bind yourself
Both hands on your head ~
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6. |
TW//Dark,Dystopian
04:39
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Trigger Warning/ Working Class Solidarity
I saw two people talking at the protest in the park
Both from different ends of the spectrum,
least that’s how the conversation starts
Soon the liberal resister will discover
they have lots of things in common
with their Unvaxxed, right wing counterpart.
Just maybe not the swelling
in the walls that surround their hearts
The Trigger Warning for dystopian and dark
is the little bird you see when you embark
When you submit your body
to the tidal pull of Twitter’s frigid oceans
Where everything you see
evokes a negative emotion
So if it’s hard for you to view
the dark and the dystopian,
Well, little buckaroo, I’m not some shrine designed for you to find some hope within
If every day we open up our eyes
is like an overdose,
I don’t intend to sugar-coat my opiates
If dystopian and dark is on the menu,
Honey, so be it,
I take my rich rare,
like I take my kitsch Soviet.
My army swells it’s ranks
with those regarded as the lowliest
And we intend to dine upon the holiest
And if my little tweets are hard to stomach,
Kitten, buckle up,
the Ugly dial just got cranked
from ‘Moderate’ to ‘Copious’
Please consider this your trigger warning
that my every word is purposefully odious,
Deliberately chosen,
that it swerves a little viper curve
and chokes you in the mobius
You don’t wanna hear it,
so I had to go and dress it up melodious:
Fascism is not something you vote against
Fascism’s a slow descent
Fascism has crafted scripts
for use on local news
a fucking decade long before
you ever noticed it
Fascism is not
your neighbor’s trumper bumper sticker
made to match his trucker hat,
it’s the vat of oil
you and he are boiling in
Trigger Warning/
Ugly Fucking Future,
soon your useless brand
of radically flaccid centrist views
will have us staring down a feeding tube
that serves a very Soylent Sin
Where All your friends are zombies
Sharing dead-eyed pics of Soylent grins
The trigger warning for the dark
and the dystopian
is Congress’s collective mouth
hideously opening
Swallowing the working class
and comment-section-nobodies
Who’ll pick apart the movement,
Cause they caught a whiff of chauviny
As hopeless as I fear I’m gonna grow to be,
There’s bound to be some hope in me,
that we can cease the friendly-fire
long enough to set the scene,
we can stop the little factions
eating off of one another
long enough to catch the kind of meat
that makes our meager spread
the richest feast
I should have put a Trigger Warning:
Working-Class Unity
Something less akin to peaceful protest,
more to mutiny
I do not submit my written word
to hear your scrutiny
So if you want the censored version
It’s unlocked by muting me.
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7. |
Supersize
06:24
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(“Wait, so, if you don’t trust the CIA, or you don’t trust, like, our institutions, then what do you trust?”)
Last track,
I think I only Blinked once,
Skipped lunch
Blink twice,
Christ,
Shut your eyes
Now, Open wide
Fascists took the nation
and Inflation took a supersize
It’s Sad to say your teachers
couldn’t quite make the ends collide,
but now you’ll probably get to see them
on the weekends
Doing Uber drives
See?
Lube it with a little oil
One, it tastes expensive,
Two, you’d be surprised how well it helps you
open up your throat so you consume the lie
of human rights
That was Sold to you by suits and ties
designer scents
on plastic men
with patient fangs
and ancient vice
You know,
The kind of greed
that makes a person
lose the sight of morals,
so it’s easier to sleep at night.
Easier to ease their minds
and pick a foreign people we can demonize
If you take a sec to sink
into how war criminals think,
you’ll know you’d never want to see inside
If every man’s an open book to look within,
theirs are bound in human skin,
and not designed for human eyes
They are wearing human skin,
but they can simply not be humanized.
They aren’t worth the lowest of the poor they swore to crucify
Holy sweet Geneva,
there’s a mass grave full of dead believers
you called the police on
cause you don’t believe in squatters rights
You believe the sanctity of human life is relative to human worth
in terms of work and dollar signs
So Listen when I say
you need to find the light of day
before it’s too late to apologize
Holy, sweet, Geneva,
here’s a mass grave you can colonize.
Because You seem to love to talk
about the spirit of America.
But if you saw the spirit
of this lands’ supposed-character,
I think that you’d be calling ICE
I also think the ACTUAL America
is truly represented by the call to ICE.
Is Represented best
by the descendants of some immigrants,
bitching bout the immigrants
snitching on some immigrants,
then playing dumb and innocent
like good little christians
when their neighbors get deported,
Until they’re screaming at the store
that they waited 20 minutes more
because the staff was short
because some ordinary bigots
started waging war on immigrants
And we’ll just keep deporting
Because like your first vote,
and each election since,
it turned out that the man you were supporting ended up to just be twice the fucking bigot
as the bigot that he wins against.
I was not among the herd,
a single word from Biden stirred
a tingle in the cynic-sense
I knew that a vote for Joe
was more like Reagan 2.0,
I could smell the sarin smoke
that choked around the riverbend
And so I spoke about a living end
About An anchor thrown
to drowning men
A Democratic President
A country never found again
A man who marinated
in the blood this land was founded in
A crime bill that contained
sufficient lethal ends to drown us in
Written by a man who wears
a crown of sins
Who Currently is sleeping in a bed of sins
It’s no wonder those who truly understand the meaning of democracy are not too keen to let us in
It’s no wonder other countries can’t conceive of skipping meals, or missing rent, or being on the streets because you can’t afford your medicine.
That’s uniquely American, and Joe has proved to be the most disturbingly American of Presidents.
And I shiver when I think of what’s to come, if he’s the precedent
It’s a wonder I can even function still
to process all the rhymes,
through all the resonance.
Bless my heart, I’m liminally reticent
Standing on a threshold of bone, ash,
and sediment
Near a faded marker claiming this to be
the grave of all my sentiments
Exactly where I left them all.
And just how I remembered it.
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8. |
Superstarver
03:32
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Sorry, I’m so gloomy,
but the gloom is half the mood.
Welcome to the country
where they throw out half the food
Like: “Fuck you if you’re hungry,
We got better things to do
Got a million more priorities
than human rights for YOU”
Empty stomachs wandering an empty store
With shelves as empty as our craters
left on distant shores
They mark the spot, where once,
a country thrived
that even tried to help it’s poor,
now, in its place, a fascist state,
where rape is just a tool of war.
Guess they took a page from out the book
we used in ‘64,
Villagers we stacked in graves,
Caked in fucking agent orange
Now, Cut to yesterday,
Afghanistan endures the very storm
that swept it’s way through Vietnam
where, even now, the blood is warm.
Even now, Fallujah celebrates to see
a baby born who’s not deformed
Not Warped by little presents
we left hidden in the dirt,
courtesy of all your friends
at the World Economic Forum
Courtesy of Civilized Political Decorum
Unity across the aisle
Both sides agreeing via War Crime Quorum
I’d like to say
that when they start the midterm texts,
I’ll be able to ignore ‘em,
But I know myself well enough
to know I’m gonna draw them all rhetorically, then, verbally, I’ll quarter ‘em
Lyrically I’ll carpetbomb and mortar ‘em
Purely via metaphor, I’ll bury them alive
But upside-down, with the utmost blasphemy intended out of spite
Lyrically I’ll lead them by the eyes
Cause, Lyrically, I’m still beneath the ice
Scratching at the surface
for a purpose they deny
And every time, they smile,
and they look me in the eyes.
And suddenly we’re six feet under sub-prime
Six feet standing firmly in between you
and the sunrise
Now your movement’s as restricted as the Sunrise
Crippled into parody like Occupy
Young hearts, be free,
Young Turks, here to slowly poison
hearts and minds
Get ‘em speaking Press Release in record time
Get ‘em Standing up for AOC,
and every other Langley plant
who sprays a coat of ‘Tax The Rich’
across their core of ‘Semper Fi’
The skies are nice and clear,
The drones are set to fly
They are Following the pipeline of
‘How The West Was Won’
to
‘How The West Declined’
to
‘How The West Made Debt Into A Genocide’
to
‘How The West Demolishes A Picket Line’
to
‘How The West Contaminates A Riverside’
to
‘How The West’s War Crimes Are Glamorized’
to
‘How The West Protects The Kind Of Medical Neglect That Is Infanticide At Best, And Is, At Worse, An Ethnic Cleansing Rite’
Nah, it’s Safe to say it’s all fun and games
until the feds arrive
*knock knock knock*
Oh, SHIT.
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9. |
Powerless
04:24
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They’ll gladly pay you by the hour
For a minute or so
So you can sign off on the towers
Where they’ll piss on your home
And if you feel like you’re just powerless
to answer them “No”,
it’s cause you are
It’s cause you are.
They’ll gladly stagnate a living wage
Snap the chains
Bury it
Labor slaves in rusty cages
Dragged behind a chariot
Led by Mr. Racial Jungle,
Joseph R. Escariot
Fighting over scraps
as they barrage us all with variants
and buzzfeed clickbait
Straight Until we’re paralyzed
Trying to distract us
from the concentration camps
that Joe had swore he’d close
but only chose to amplify
Where they got 50-something kids
in cages made for 5 to occupy
And no, she hasn’t SEEN the camps,
But Harris swears they’re paradise
And she tells us the facilities are safe,
and that, right down to the women,
they are regularly sterilized.
Then she Throws her head back
and she proceeds to laugh
that sort of heartless cackle you’d expect
from someone working steadfastly
on behalf of the virus
and a Congress full of parasites
And where was I?
I was busy cashing every blue check
Demonstrating plainly
all the narratives expected from the verified
I was busy breeding verbal leeches
by the terabyte
Train em to exsanguinate the wealthy
while they sleep at night,
Bleed the oil barons dry and barren,
say they showed us how to share,
and now we share alike.
Tell them I contracted rabies from a feral mic
And now I’m just another species
losing sleep to noise pollution
and these glaring lights
Forced to change its habits
and adapt to just survive
Now it’s safe to say that some of us
are thriving in the moment,
throwing shit on presidential homes
beneath the Paris skies
So, If you feel like you’re just powerless,
I guess you bought the lie.
But I can tell they’re petrified
of our collective might
I can hear those gentrifiers weeping
at the sight of our collective rights.
And I only can imagine the intensifying fear
of knowing revolution’s near,
and all that’s left to do
is simply wallow in the thick anticipation
of a rabid bite
And, Baby, one day, you can ask your leaders
just what that was like,
before you grab a slice.
So, If you think you’re powerless,
Allow me, now, to change your mind.
See, they’ll pay you hourly
tax them each apart,
and build a shining tower
out of loopholes and cards
and tell you that you’re powerless
to keep you in the dark, because you aren’t.
Because we aren’t.
You see, they’ll pay you hourly,
but tax them each apart
and make you build a shining tower
Made of loopholes and cards
Where they’ll tell you that you’re powerless,
to keep you in the dark, because you aren’t.
Because we aren’t.
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