Social Disorder Syndrome... Featuring Pakaveli.......
Twenty thousand thoughts a second; employ exertion of words as weapons,
Crazed concepts contort skull segments, a sequence set via excellence,
My third eye never squints on the glint of sunrays, no need for tints…
As I feed on obscure links between me & mint - crystal Heavens
Of sentiment meant to repent – all hell bent sinners sunk in self-decadence
Since day-dot – I played plots like hip-hop-scotch served on spliced rocks
Ice chilled, stirred, but not shaken or grilled; avoid bacon like cops…
Because, too much pork-chop & mad beef could lead to blood clots,
Plus, teeth would probably rot if not properly protected from acid blocks,
Not a New Jack…in the City I learnt classic blocks prior to applying attack,
View how I grew black, teacher taught me to win fights lying flat on my back,
You can trust relying on fact is a must in this gluttonous globe growing fat
Knowing that… world war tactics are simply sidetracks for morose sinning acts
Evilly enacted by bureaucratic bastards bitching bout taxes,
Man plans to melt moon-dust, plus gloom the sun; thus shifting our axis…
Until at last, the atlas dies by sadness in the hands of present people’s practice
Martial art tricks are part of this impartial heart that ticks…& tics…antics
Manifesting stressed chronic lines, etchings on my face depict symbolic signs
The script unwinds, freezes in-fact… for I focus a forecast dim as onyx mines,
I witness despair as witless…-souls are stripped bare, & left scared shitless
Dear populace fear ominous curses & face deaths glare due-to a once rare sickness
Thru the thickness of my skin I move with slickness; journeying jagged roads
Wearing torn clothes, weary worn & exposed I tiptoe close to panics most…
Intense ironic host… appearing indistinct in the form of a frantic ghost
Overdosed grossly on doped cult – free providence & poison poultry,
Society’s choices are paltry; votes are weak, so speaks the voice of poetry...*
10 times ten is a hundred the amount of mistakes and blunders
Man plunders through the world of Gods so the black sky thunders
Under the rainbow you see the adversity of mechanical humanity
Materialistic thoughts given thought but life is easily lost speedily
I view through my other eye to view the vie land platonically sound
Ground coffee beans made through means of human esteem demeaned
Leaned my hand to catch you fall, to stall the Kodak moment extensively
Frequently the taxes are raised by the judiciary for means of hypocrisy
So I watch occasionally to plan & hold the means to attack close to hand
Hand in hand I colour the bland canvas make it grand, then rubbish the land
Tip one then tip another I split brother from brother, I’m the president material
Because I fight the cause with problems I change the laws and spy by Arial
So vote me I’ll start a war and go down in history as the democratic deity
Mystery of battalions finding no weaponry will be covered quite cleverly
Lastly, I now enact the illusion, the mirage of a charitable contribution
The situation will be hidden from the population, lies & ironical fusion
I’ll miscarriage the intuition of professors by economical amendment
In the last segment I hope to attract the true American fragment
If you want a True and Just America, vote for me yours sincerely
…Mr. President…
Social Fucking Disorder
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