The Point

i'm from the roads not the streets, backwood creepin

holy sneakers, hand-me-downs, receiving

church raised still deviant, meaning devil in the head still speakin

never had stomach to digest the mess that the weak spin

blessings of the worlds for the elite and

the rest of us baaah with our sheep grin,

and cower to TV pens. cerebellum weaken

inter-synapse ads on the deep end,

we heaped in steeping piles of bull shit, better fertilize or die,

dreams of leaving a life of struggle, bunkering down

in huddle til we realize that why

the safety can't be ours, is the guys up high

first the thieves then the ones who divide the pie

never gonna be even: well, surprise, surprise

greed and fame is authorities highest prize

what i got can't be bought, its a mind-device

diamond blades to cut carots into refined in sight

hope your spine is strong enough to keep you reclined at night

sleep gets scarce, when the pain of others reminds whats right

nearly 900 dead at cops hands, since this new year rung in at midnight

they're all gunning and still free, we're poor without property

the shit-stym just don't sit right, the arc of history better get right

like a rip tide, cuz the vocal poor get ripped right outta their cars

pushed thru pinball legal proceeding, the point is shame and demeaning,

with the hope of you agreeing, that your not a human being.

do you see it? point of your life to a boss is the work,

the part that you hate is the same, so how can you agree with

someone who finds glee in your pain? if you disagree with

the plan, billy club bull put you in the can

cuz Power to the People, means you ask nothing of the Man.

Goddamn, can my cigarette lungs, keep up with my typing wit

like a lazerbeam shot through lightening spit, liberatory

history counterbalances a springboard tongue tip

knobby tire turn grip, gravel spray on the bass kick

i'm ender-ing off with the egg in a space ship, Brillig graced this

can you dig it Lemmy's spade the way I aced it

 

grace note to next movement, migrant boat to escape shooting

in syria the gas price drops to prevent looting, but public massacre's

scarier the last life flopped, rent a movie and/ break the

blood/ propaganda/ brain barrier

screw that, if our lives are that cheap

lets choose to not sell'em scrabble them together like beer run

change counting to fund the next rebellion.

downtrodden got beat boxes over hard-knocks

stories we gotta tell' em, life-stealing employers are

the real felons, the rich will lie the poor are honest

thats how the greed develops, we get by IN SPITE OF

not BECAUSE of the Job creators, snappy as a

pitch-fork provoked ditch gator, every ceo a mini

bitch-vader, caped out in angst: TGI Fridays waiters

a profit mind-state's vacant, never satisfied or placated

skip the hamster wheel, heartily laugh at you

out of breath jogger types wondering why your soul

feels static and unreal, sentimental but cant feel

detrimentally devoid of a spine that can deal

wih just a little resistance, cuz i'm just squeaking

til we get wheel pitched in a new direction

tacking wind-tight intention, cresting stacked bass

a pyramid in the brass section, revielle time to rise

No More Subtracting the Nine-to-Five, from entire lives

we'll share our pennies together, then throw

your life denying dice, we know they ain't laying right

and can't contest with your badged boys in sight

your greed leaves lands as poison blight,

functionally devoid of life, laws systematically

avoid what's right, like what the poor denied

water, food, shelter, dignity and an unjudging eye

like to make money for someone else is the only

judge of what's right, whether your wallet or your

belt is tight. I know the poor don't deserve their lot and

the rich exploit to get what they got

company man gets a headstone, empty life and company plot

thats the dream if you with it grab a shovel and dig it til you drop

 

thats the dream if you with it grab a shovel and dig it til you drop