Ink Credible
I'm suffocating, while dying ever slow and alone
loan after loan, denying their blows that condone
tougher skating on ice, and the melting of homes
never nice, I'm always felt with a sting to the dome
scheme with the chrome and a beam like a pro
they poll votes like track stars, to see how high they can go
w/ eyes on the show, their flags wave in political woes
I craft critical prose that chant down hypocritical foes
who pose as analytical drones. Typical throes?
or hypercritical groans? Drunk off words Anne Rice,
Because sometimes I feel like.. 'Servant of the Bones!'
So I chronicle the Vampires hoard on our shores
In a 'Blood Canticle' hymned by my fanatical roars
& row row my boat in Katrina waters, with Slinky's as oars
kinky as whores when I spring metal 4's at your core
I'm talking nasty, with a soldier's decor, & salute war
waged in the form of audible bullets fired dead center
to layer the score, lyrical gun 4 hire I enter to mentor
& breach a divide, teach & pour soul into speech
for poor souls within reach of these weapons unleashed
on a leech like enemy, then feast on all saints resenting me
capiche? I'm a beast on a soapbox forever lamenting thee
like windsocks lowered to half-mast it's death of direction
less than perfection flaccid inaction's led to failed elections
so I put lead in my pencil to stencil an erection of flow
w/a convectional glow my tongue melts minds at a show
first, fifth or last row.. Doesn't matter the messages shatter
ignorance's hold, A rebel with cause and a devil to mold
up against incredible odds so I INK credible loads
it's a contact sport so you might catch a fist to the nose
when you come crisp, fresh pressed in sheep's clothes
a new type politician on a mission, here to foreclose
on a house of injustice where dusted wigs interpose
wrinkled & old ideals in bold, archaic & cold
so you force I to tank down memory road,
& paint a story w/ pictures to get you to picture a frame.
The system's to blame for misinformation & pain
while the music is playing, our silence is deafening
so I'm definitely saying,
"This is MY Country.. fuck you I'm staying!!!"