In today’s news

In today’s news our kids are bleeding

Being deprived of spiritual reasons to justify the breaths they’re breathing

In today’s news

Cut to commercial

Like a rehearsal

Sixteen minutes of propaganda for ever hour

While all in power

Like an ill fed dog they will devour

How many American live in a trailer?

To justify a bailout giving success to failure

While its some year they’re in the Middle East now

The rich feast to the desist, that died gun pow

While we all know it has no reasoning but life is moving so fast

So those of treason, clamming to fight for their country that’s simply bleeding us

So the truth won’t be told, why?

So rich elitist can enjoy the world resources while our moms cry

Because they will never see there children because they just died

What does it mean to have a coffin brought in stars and strips?

Does it mean that land and oil are worth more then human life?

I’m asking all these questions while I’m on my knees

Was it need or greed that made us bombard the Japanese?

Was it a banking system that motivated war on the Vietnamese?

Stay toned while you see your homeland brake away in peaces

I’m fed because I got this remote control,

There is nothing good on and that’s just how it goes

In today’s news they brought more caskets

While we are all asking, how long will this last kid ?

I think we all need to inform ourselves. Crucial

But if you need more lies, then just cut to commercial

through her eyes

The wind can chill your bones if you let it

Like thoughts that poison the mind if you regret them

The fire can burn the things you worked up on

Flame by flame like ashes, until they’re gone

Holy water stopped me from being saved

The things I needed internal, I was amazed

There, was no door or window that I could open

No border that I can cross to see roses without thorns there

The winter snow it got me once upon

The season changed though all was not the same

Now I see the fall, leaves shed the dawn

While all the watermarks remain

The trees would cry if they had eyes to see

The gray of clouds leaves sadness in the sky

Can someone turn the flames down please?

I hope that nature sees me through her eyes

If I could write a rhyme

One that really made cense

Not like quarters and dimes

One with meaning, wish essence

If I could say the words

The ones that enunciate truth

Would you break down your walls?

Would you show me the real you?

Its kind of sickening how we all play this game

How we hide behind media and things that distract the brain

So we all walk around like we got some magic potion

Like the world owes us everything, but we don’t have a notion

The women blame the men

The men aren’t slow to point the finger

We’ve all been lied to

That’s why we think we are models, actors, and singers

When Sunday evening comes and the weekend couldn’t tame us

Monday morning eight o’clock and none of us are famous

Yet we are quick to update our daily facbook status

Then we claim our boss should be quick to soon promote us

I say the lies are infinite

Though all we have is you

If all could be reforming

Just a single truth

Protective loneliness

Protective loneliness

I see it all to clear

As we walk into the plentitude

All the while our secrets near

While nothing is exposed to foes, or friend or enemies

Hidden in the walking tall,

A self-controversy

We reach out with our arms, but only half extended so

To avoid all disappointment when they decide to let us go

Residual, yet suicidal, a blanket mask the truth

By the time you know it you’ve forgot who’s really you

Its incredible the masks we wear, yet mirrors are so clear

As we long to mask reflection , in hopes to drown out the tears

I love this illegal tender

Slender

5 foot, 5

Young girl cross gender

I seen it all

Africa, south East Asia

Like what?

The wise look away when they hand them the big bucks

While people want change, but they are all working for dollars

Poor kids get raped to gentleman caller

White skin, big green, you might mistake them for scholars

They’ll have on a strung leash, like bitch with a collar

Young child big promises from the mountains of Burma

Sound like a past, America from Angola

The theme is the same and the year don’t matter here

When your sole is unaccounted and your dead or you disappear

While your parents let you go because the soil was just dry there

Ready or not

So I’m not about to tell you where I’m from

It’s not important, the cash I have, close I wear or shit I’ve done

Frankly that stuff isn’t important

How would I influence you if I talk about pot rolling while I’m snorting?

Really I’m just trying to lay it down like sister Lauryn

The truth is hoes and bling are kind of boring

I’m more interested in books you read not girls you’re scoring

I also think that who you help should hold more ground then cars you’re flooring

So no, I’m not here to talk and brag of me

It’s all irrelevance, my past, and my family tree

Does it change much if I tell you my roots are made in Sicily?

Will you miss the point and think I sling guns to earn a living?

Will you think I extort the many to help the few with over eating?

Will you think that I’m exempt from hurt or bleeding?

Emotionally callused to all that’s hurting?

I’m just here to lay down straight issues

I don’t want you to use my words to masque and misuse

I’m just here to tell you about you

If ever you’re in doubt this is all truth

You are created it an image

Universals, call it God or magic

Just don’t call a scrimmage

No, you have no lines

No boundaries

You exceed all other animals and species

You are the light and fruit of a thought

Intellectual artistry

Vibrating thoughts by the second

But out of harmony

I want to lay it down like a Fugee

“Ready or not here I come” I hope it stops the bleeding

all is all

All is all if we fall

With our backs to the wall

I can’t count the times that we refused to listen

The social paradigm and fictitious system

The environment’s falling

Invest in space missions

We’ve all lost friend, cancer

Gas emission

Well my stomach is turning

Enough of hypocrisy

We sit still but discuss import topics

Sip coffee

Now what’s next to the flavor and this tactical texture?

When all that’s import is Friday nights facebook picture

Where we hope for five seconds and create a huge fuss

Hoping, crossed fingers that all I eyes are on us

Well no one is looking

While all’s just a pixel

While humanity hangs on one half rusted axel