I took my heart out
Put it in the trash
Looking back, I guess I should have just donated it for research
Grabbed a sweater, I was bleeding through my t-shirt
Took my phone out, gave the media a scroll and saw a dozen pigs brutalize a man until he had a seizure
And then continue beating cause it’s more than just a knee-jerk, it’s an everyday procedure.
Absolute Power is the sickest teacher.
Absolute Power makes the crowd afraid of anything but heaping thanks upon the proud protectors of this fascist state so they can’t wait to praise their brave demeanor
They can’t wait to cheer on all the officers who beat their neighbors bloody cause they’re not the ones detained, they’re the ones who got to watch it from the bleachers
If you thought that was bleak,
then grab your seats, I’m getting bleaker
Down a thousand leagues beneath the dreams of the beleaguered
Beyond the wall of sleep into the clamor of the non-sleepers
Ever deeper til I’m barely hearing my own reverb
Til I can’t feel my own speaker
Til I can’t see a future where I’d ever change a lyric just to land a feature
And I’ve never been a man to go for standard features
I’d like to wax my fingerprints and sand my features
Smoother than the patch you slapped across your tax releases
Cause we live in a world where you can watch a dozen cops assault a man until he’s seizing
And you might feel the need to try to film it since there’s no one else who sees it
And if they see your phone, then they’ll be at your throat announcing how they’re here to seize it.
And if you don’t comply with them, you know it’s open season
And instinct tells you ‘yell for help’ til you remind yourself that you’d be calling for the aid of the same brave policemen who are threatening to bash your teeth in
This land is your land, now here’s your easement.
This is the law and those upholding it are far from decent
But not too far from calling your free speech a form of “treason”
Not too far from calling in the dogs and watching gleefully as you get torn to pieces.
You don’t need to break the law for them to find a reason
Cause, now, the laws can change into whatever your arresting officer will deem needed
So pardon me if I’m a bit defeatist
But how is our compassion for the least of us so rarely ever focused on the poor, but more concerned about a fetus?
As you can see, you need not be a member of the ruling class elite to be elitist
As you can see, you needn’t be concerned about our needs to come and lead us.
I mean, look at how our leaders treat us.
See how they don’t even hide, they step out in the brightest light of day to say they plan to cheat us
And we would let them lock us in a cage and when they send us on our way we wouldn’t say a word should they display the nerve to claim they freed us.
We’d just thank them for protecting us, and serving us, and macing us, and beating us, and raping us and turning off the cam so there’s no proof of what they take from us
So, basically we’d thank them for our freedoms.
They don’t give a shit about your rights, that’s why they never read them.
That’s why your senators are racing to delete them.
Knowing you’ll observe the process helplessly and still do anything to please them
And Knowing you’ll eternally be thanking them for all your freedoms
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