hip hop epiphany

[40oztofreedom_]

silly bassist was doing cartwheels across the stage
frontman, the poet unleashes a flat attack
of a guitar solo for the young dolls in the front row
punk is not dead, but its weakerthan ever.

exiting that colourless museum of my youth,
i enrolled in the cold and took the urban tour
guided by instinct and fear,
headphones in, and bam! I'm a puppet.

guided by drums that annunciate properly
and bass that glides like a figure skater
with a conscious voice overseeing it all,
telling 1994 that things arent going well.

"Life's a bitch and then you die"
over and over and over and over again
past homeless parks with graffitis mark
drunks try to let go of what really matters

I'm sick and tired of my disconnect
no more trying to recollect the pieces
of stories i dont remember
through voices that sound like me

if new orleans taught me anything
its that i need to be away from me
in order to see myself as who i want to be
its time to escape i think