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!
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