a work in progress
you ignored my cries and yelps
for you to aid in my rescue
a day late, a life short
and you still can't help
you hasten my impending doom
and somehow i'll find a why-
you were the small smarks abetting
the dry and hot fire to burn uncontrollably
you were the driver in the getaway car
the brains, the braun, the believer
the yakety-yaker, the false proclaimer
you'll never take me alive, see?
alive?
better off dead
since thats what is left to start with
the blame actually resides within whom you call MOTHER
MOTHER- the bitter streets who raised you
MOTHER - the dilapitated buildings you looked up to
MOTHER - the pushers who were there, even when you werent looking.
a frustrated MOTHER, barefoot and pregnant
protection & punishment are all in the same
shes the baby factory pumping out more ignorance
which fuels the rage of incumbant leaders
that try to abate this massive fire
by cutting off the oxygen
but somehow, THEY find a loophole in chemistry,
a secret back door
THEY can cut off a MOTHER's oxygen but
THEY laced her blood with crack
so that when she gives birth
she would give life to another spawned generation
they are born addicted
only to become self loathing & self afflicted
brilliantly dependant
for the remains of what desperation trails behind
the crumbs left over from the last nites soup kitchen supper
a kamikaze killer
sent to hunt the GODDESS
mission is: to find HER
no matter what the cost is
so your poisoned infested spawn seek to destry the womb of the earth, and yet, you almost succeeded. but then there was me. they never trained you for the battle with the likes of me.
YOU: a faithful servant to your jihad
me: the consumate victim of her own misery that warranted an everlasting company within co-dependancy
we did the whole song and dance
where you shed my blood in advanced
at first, and as always, my self pity on que
oh woe is me, i say - but worse off is you
for you crossed my path on a blue monday
when you should have been here on sunday
perhaps i would have released you from my grasp
but not before you tried to finish your task
And so now,
you have royally pissed me off...
for you to aid in my rescue
a day late, a life short
and you still can't help
you hasten my impending doom
and somehow i'll find a why-
you were the small smarks abetting
the dry and hot fire to burn uncontrollably
you were the driver in the getaway car
the brains, the braun, the believer
the yakety-yaker, the false proclaimer
you'll never take me alive, see?
alive?
better off dead
since thats what is left to start with
the blame actually resides within whom you call MOTHER
MOTHER- the bitter streets who raised you
MOTHER - the dilapitated buildings you looked up to
MOTHER - the pushers who were there, even when you werent looking.
a frustrated MOTHER, barefoot and pregnant
protection & punishment are all in the same
shes the baby factory pumping out more ignorance
which fuels the rage of incumbant leaders
that try to abate this massive fire
by cutting off the oxygen
but somehow, THEY find a loophole in chemistry,
a secret back door
THEY can cut off a MOTHER's oxygen but
THEY laced her blood with crack
so that when she gives birth
she would give life to another spawned generation
they are born addicted
only to become self loathing & self afflicted
brilliantly dependant
for the remains of what desperation trails behind
the crumbs left over from the last nites soup kitchen supper
a kamikaze killer
sent to hunt the GODDESS
mission is: to find HER
no matter what the cost is
so your poisoned infested spawn seek to destry the womb of the earth, and yet, you almost succeeded. but then there was me. they never trained you for the battle with the likes of me.
YOU: a faithful servant to your jihad
me: the consumate victim of her own misery that warranted an everlasting company within co-dependancy
we did the whole song and dance
where you shed my blood in advanced
at first, and as always, my self pity on que
oh woe is me, i say - but worse off is you
for you crossed my path on a blue monday
when you should have been here on sunday
perhaps i would have released you from my grasp
but not before you tried to finish your task
And so now,
you have royally pissed me off...