Hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
Hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
Naw, naw Harpo aint no hold on/
How long we gon' let this shit go on/
I'm gonna take a Gorilla Glue world tour to peace back together the many broken homes/
and help to get lil dudes off these mean streets they roam/
lost boys becoming predatory toys/
sick scenarios and satanic joys/
there's a whole network if you look deep enough/
but i'm just a conspiracy theorist, please call my bluff/
hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
naw, naw Harpo aint no hold on/
How long we gon' let this shit go on/
who controls what, who controls who/
i'm so fed up with everything, my middle finger is intended for you/
so middle finger to males in skinny clothes and dudes who sleep with dudes although it was to women that they proposed/parents that watch their boys become girls and girls become boys/bosses that think they are God over the people they employ/predators of children male and female/enablers of such crimes, sometimes its alright to tell/middle finger to political correctness/and fake ass "reality tv"/every urban radio dj from Da A to LA to NYC/middle finger to whoever the fuck you are thats pulling the strings/by no means will you ever be the real King of Kings/middle finger to stupidity, ignorance can be cured/middle finger to cover-ups/i bet so many deadly diseases have cures/middle finger to terrorism/middle finger to wars/middle finger to politics/all they do is leave collateral scars/middle finger to hard women/middle finger to soft men/middle finger to whoever thinks that my aim is just to offend...
By no means am I immune to the wrath of my own pen/and I regrettably believe this world is very close to its end/while i don't feel i'm a bad person/my Heaven resume needs to be upgraded/but if i can get my family and the voiceless inducted, i will appreciate it.
hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
naw, naw Harpo aint no hold on/
How long are you gon' let this shit go on?
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Setting Son
Setting Son
As the world turns a young man’s heart burns due to the indigestion called neglect,
He pawned the trust he gained from a select few and now life’s hit men have come to collect,
See he has been struggling with his sexual identity, wondering which side of the plate to bat from,
On the island his family sent him to, he took drug sponsored trips that he still has trouble coming back from,
With a support staff that was all but non-existent, he chased becoming a nobody with persistence,
His father lost hope early, too concerned with getting himself inside the gates that are pearly,
His mother passed him off to whomever was open, preferring to be an accessory than the holder of the gun that’s smoking’,
His big brother got bigger issues, at least that’s the impression he gives,
It’s almost as if they don’t give a damn if this young man lives, to become more than nothing,
Like in this poker game of life, they think all he doing is bluffing,
But he suffering, cuz stepping out of that dark closest aint easy when the crucifixion awaits,
From the many branches of his family tree that are known for looking down those that are less than great,
So his plate remains void of the nutrients needed to function in society,
Like going to meetings at a liquor store for help with maintaining your sobriety,
In his mind, his only escape comes, from the comfort of another male’s arms, and drug binges,
Stuck in a dark cramped closest with the skeletons of his hypocritical family members, forcing the door off its hinges,
Now, what should be done to save this setting son?
A family meeting, an intervention, or an all out verbal attack,
Anything is better than nothing, cuz you see how he handled that.
PoWerPoeT©2008
As the world turns a young man’s heart burns due to the indigestion called neglect,
He pawned the trust he gained from a select few and now life’s hit men have come to collect,
See he has been struggling with his sexual identity, wondering which side of the plate to bat from,
On the island his family sent him to, he took drug sponsored trips that he still has trouble coming back from,
With a support staff that was all but non-existent, he chased becoming a nobody with persistence,
His father lost hope early, too concerned with getting himself inside the gates that are pearly,
His mother passed him off to whomever was open, preferring to be an accessory than the holder of the gun that’s smoking’,
His big brother got bigger issues, at least that’s the impression he gives,
It’s almost as if they don’t give a damn if this young man lives, to become more than nothing,
Like in this poker game of life, they think all he doing is bluffing,
But he suffering, cuz stepping out of that dark closest aint easy when the crucifixion awaits,
From the many branches of his family tree that are known for looking down those that are less than great,
So his plate remains void of the nutrients needed to function in society,
Like going to meetings at a liquor store for help with maintaining your sobriety,
In his mind, his only escape comes, from the comfort of another male’s arms, and drug binges,
Stuck in a dark cramped closest with the skeletons of his hypocritical family members, forcing the door off its hinges,
Now, what should be done to save this setting son?
A family meeting, an intervention, or an all out verbal attack,
Anything is better than nothing, cuz you see how he handled that.
PoWerPoeT©2008
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