FUCK, ALL OF IT.
Years ago if you asked me about the American dream I’d say I’m looking at it. 4 walls around me adorned with loved ones and achievements a bubble of false securities, just waiting, unprepared to wake up from beneath the flowers.
Like a kid with no training wheels on his first ride, taking stories for fact
The economy moves in cycles. Politics moves in cycles. Don’t worry about the hard times because all you have to do is keep cycling. Peddle right into the jaws of that great white system, unsafe for even white men unless they’re “great” and every great white man I’ve ever known is a shark.
So don’t be surprised when even you get bit you see
You see not me though. I’ve learned to swim IN the system gonna tear it apart from the inside out like every public defense attorney who helps black men spend their fair time in prison, or every public school teacher who learns Spanish so they can baby sit in L.A., have you taken your prison prep classes yet? Not me though. I’m gonna be the President, stand up tall and address my country trying not to wince as the grip around my decisions gets tighter with every truth I twist. Let’s devote our time and money to science so we can tweet about how poor we are on our iPhones, the ironic part is that we’re actually poor. Sold vessels to society the further we go the farther we are from ourselves, and each other, ironically, society. So let’s focus on the NEXT trending topic in the NEXT country so the NEXT time someone signs their life away to a bank, we can remember that it’s ok. That’s just the way life is.
Deadline to deadline
Either resume or resign
Deadline to deadline
Resume, or resign. For every person up there that cares there are ten who could care less, so I ask you, why?
Maybe you didn’t hear me pleading from behind the one-way glass
Every hope I had for any idea of a future in your hands, ashed like the cigarettes you chain smoke.
No, maybe you just couldn’t see me from up there
From your office your penthouse your plan had no room for me
No room for us on your monopoly board so we become commodities. Zombies thanking you for your distractions, it’s 2012 and I’ve never even read of so many slaves. A disjointed union with no need for a leader because that’s how all this started in the first place. No? Let’s revolt so we can start over and be happy just until we’re ready for another revolution! Didn’t make sense to me either but rolls so easy off the tongues of the privileged. It’s easy to go all in when your pockets are overflowing or empty. Tongues that tell you if you do the wrong things the right way, you too can speak smoothly and watch these cycles turn in your favor. And you know what, they’re right.
So look over at your neighbor and see if you can watch the greed in their eyes the self interest and clan based motives as you dig holes for each others’ children. Look at them and say you can’t afford a revolution let alone a change of mind. Now go get a job, and with every paycheck you get, look at back at your neighbor doing the same thing so you never forget why you can’t change first.