Food security and cd4 counts, my people out here worried bout dinner,
and glycoprotiens, forget whose rims is cleaner
As the world moves forward, we regress like spinners
Man its cold in the warm heart
50 years on I'm thinking nature/nurture did we miss out on the good start?
Or is it innate and we just lack heart?
Can we still play the victim? ain't it based on merit this system?
A generation of degenerates, is it all just a symptom?
At this rate, i rate an Arab spring is inevitable, soon we'll be irate
That's without thanks to the interest or tax rates
They cashgate and flee scot-free never castigated
Shhh hush, atleast we investigated
In the future I see this one percent investing in gated communities
Elitism, forget unity
Sell us drugs, it wouldn't make cents to sell immunity, or a cure
And I'm here talking pharmaceuticals to girls whose biggest worry is their nail cuticles,
smiling after that manicure, like yeah babe those look beautiful.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Pots of Gold
Chasing pots of gold at the ends of rainbows
Grow up, don't do primary colours, its got to be beige
Grin on my face when I read that, still it gave me the blues
But my dreams too strong, what they write feels wrong
A mind to scale the empire state, I'm primal i'm King Kong
Shift my weight I tip the balance my way with no wedge, wage?
Ptsd a symptom of this war, rage, a vet on my 3rd tour
Infatuated with the process, the hustle, mi amor
With an intent to see my progress graphed resembling Moore's law
Grow up, don't do primary colours, its got to be beige
Grin on my face when I read that, still it gave me the blues
But my dreams too strong, what they write feels wrong
A mind to scale the empire state, I'm primal i'm King Kong
Shift my weight I tip the balance my way with no wedge, wage?
Ptsd a symptom of this war, rage, a vet on my 3rd tour
Infatuated with the process, the hustle, mi amor
With an intent to see my progress graphed resembling Moore's law
What I believe
I would rather live, believing that everything is a miracle
I guess you could call that spiritual
Sans the habitual ritual
That's lost its zest, and is practically recited in jest
Cold turkey, I itch and I scratch, as if missing a drug I used to ingest
Many a night my mind protests
Figures it all for naught, a nihilist in my darkest recesses
The feeling of emptiness only more acute, with attempts to fill the void with life and its excesses
Surely this doesn't account for modernity in all its complexity
In my search for an identity
I couldn't overlook our proclivity for faith, I don't believe we start and restart for eternity.
I guess you could call that spiritual
Sans the habitual ritual
That's lost its zest, and is practically recited in jest
Cold turkey, I itch and I scratch, as if missing a drug I used to ingest
Many a night my mind protests
Figures it all for naught, a nihilist in my darkest recesses
The feeling of emptiness only more acute, with attempts to fill the void with life and its excesses
Surely this doesn't account for modernity in all its complexity
In my search for an identity
I couldn't overlook our proclivity for faith, I don't believe we start and restart for eternity.
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