I’m your risk taker.
Beat breaker when the light’s shut off,
and generators turn on;
no pawn in water’s piranha;
kickin’ Rihanna’s heels
high in the atmosphere.
You don’t feel this here,
because it ain’t near
happy hour.
Showers of beer off the pier,
as your peer holds
your baby daughter dear;
never in headlights
in midnights, we take flight
to avoid fights in
Neverland.
Captain Hook took a stand,
now he’s collecting shells
at Sandy Hook.
Shook in shadows
fellows never settle for second best,
as the rest cry
gun control.
Out of Saddam’s hole
Trump emerges,
toupee splurges hair into the air,
now we got
a whole new meme it seems,
off right wing Republican dreams.
Nightmare for Mexican docs
while the
gun totin’, cousin fuckin’ Americans
plot the next stop of money’s stockpile.
Big banks pocketed
Hiliary’s shit-stained, panty-pile
while refusing to
get it clean.
America in 2016,
as white folks spin
24 hour news about
White House guest
use,
of the N word
on national tv.
Repeated on YouTube
we need a boob, to pop out
at the NBA playoffs
so old men can jack off
to yet, another
Black Beauty.
As everyone cries
duty and detriment,
but Bernie’s got the
plan of prosperity;
too bad this ain’t no
utopian society—
Or we’d give him
the key to every city…
And shut the water off in Flint,
as poison is sent
to the bones of the future.
No failure in political systems,
because ain’t no old white men
being strung up
from their power ties.
Ain’t no one tired
of the ole lies,
old wise white women
taught us in school.
I’ll be that fool
who takes the risk
of spittin’ this.
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