FORGET YA LESSON

since my teens the chasers of green I seen

bums prefer dimes before and over crumbs

i see immovable slobs in slums do jobs in dumps drop outs young

unchanging eldery stubborn and numb

i see the busioness man who thinks he is god

i see the police man waving his gun who is who

i see the bottles government dope raped primeval forest in devils smoke

you'll soon learn who is who and whats what soon

i seefruit filled hills dug and fingered until none butb a hand print stained

and nature grew it back again rejuvenate

i see riots lootin people shootin vandallin animals confused

staring at paint bumps one ceiling on ends for hours

wearing hats consulting psychics to stars voodoo to jump the conclusion

labyrinth of conspiracy wrapped up in the mystery

i feel hearts cold paper thin skyscrapers within the dark

obscurities and insecurities taken advantage of like the cruel merciful human heart

human remotes life is now t.v, consult mirror try tio fear resembling assemblies

 

skyscrapers glass towers babylon club up to heaven

crumble collapse in plumes near bitter projects projecting lack of knowledge

tan coffee and orange black lights green khaki colored crammed buildins

crammed with coke ridden and sellers ink odes and written graffitti logos

crammed with children father roles aint filled in

glitter girls and barbies mannequins doll faces objectified improvable sold and sold

pimped yellow o's of smoke and mist amidst deafening defending music

I jhear their cry while white yellow smoky orbs puffs ufo fly by like bullets and cars drive

burgundy crimson pigeons pick at cigarette buds

raggedy denim jeans flexing dribbling balls

nieve escapist eve on her way to the mall t.v. and salon dreams everything belongs on screen

wanna bes and those who assume society hates them the edgy kids

and lost children forget they are passionate taught a ring means nothing if wallet has no cash in it

sex advertisement lace broadways crowded avenues with show girls gold diggers

will walter white or tom robinson get cuffed when he walks out the bodega

today or tonight serendepity is coming gradually should have hanged with this done what or with whom

crying for pity or the boy who cried racism accidental heroes amongst allure

needy men viewing daughters as saints or whores

 

I heard dont make waves stay under radar

buried alive under sand castles what am i waiting fo'

dream raiders, I am a creator let beauty reign

i can only extend my chest breath under this pressure

crack gap fall mini difference goes long

I hear poets prophets and artist youssef ahmed-aeus Mozart molds art

forget ya lesson dont sweat this

 

 

wnt to the river toook a dip

we'll get along fine

zinnias floating in rivers in meditative silence of wood lifted up

as pradiant presents iin the streets look at me