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Cataracts for Cadillac’s
I may be a whore in the street
but the only meat that I seek
is that of the master,
my lord.
Just give me the glove
I stand on stages
Breath life into pages
My soul blazes truth and community love
Black Love
Rich love
Thick love
Like:
3 thieving ass cousins
with only Compton between them
I’m stealing on hypo criticism
with the precision
of a lesbian tongue
There is no separation of church and state
As long as our laws are based on the bible
There is no separation of the body and soul
As long as one depends on the other
for human completion
The reason they killed Jesus
Wasn’t religious teachings
but rather his opposition to
New world order
His blood was shed so that you and I
Could have everlasting life while living
Can you see that?
As long as you live under the law
You can not be free
Step outside of the box with me
Imagine that you really had a mind of your own
and
The freedom to use it
Imagine you were not held down in a capitalist system
that rewards greed over wisdom
That you were not sheep gridlocked
In morning traffic
Commuting to offices to fulfill another man's dream
So that you can feed children
That you can not afford
without running
the same maze
every day
Amazing grace,
how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me...
I once was lost but now I’m found
Was blind, but now I see.
Cataracts for Cadillac’s
We’d turn a blind eye to
the misleads of our leaders
for a whiff of the American Pie
One that promises
if you are to stay cool,
follow the rules
pay your taxes,
never challenge or question
Big Pimpin’
You’ll be rewarded
with golden whore tracks in the sky
I don’t need a degree to say what I mean,
See, I grew up watching the street from a gated window
Barred in the center of the ghetto
A welfare child
With a white hippie mother
Being molested in a
Southern Baptist foster home
Where I learned that
Children should be seen and not heard
No, don’t listen to the children,
they haven’t been brainwashed yet
Truth is like death to Big Pimpin’
and he does not want to die
will kill your children first
because he knows there is no pie in the sky
It’s just a lie he tells,
to increase sales
and to keep you in line
Your left, your left
Your military left
Your left your right
your left your right
Your left your right your left
Sound off 1,2
Sound off 3,4
Sound off 1, twooooo,3,4
If I told you the truth
I might be a writer, an artist, prophet
But for my son to eat
I have to learn to be a capitalist
An entrepreneur,
working for profit
What is more,
A corporate slave
Well behaved
Not talking about things
that feel good
The weight of my pen
Is so overbearing in my weakened state
My son is hungry
No dear, I don’t have time to read for you
Just put my grandiose ideology over there on a shelf next to all the others outside the box thinking
who died broke and proud
like a noble fool
By the way,
excuse me,
Do you know where I can find a carpool?
Jessica Holter
Ghetto Girl Blue
Jessica Holter
Jessica Holter
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Ida Mustazir
(5/20/2009 5:04:00 AM) |
What a powerful piece. Really got me going gaga in a gag!
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