bored with this oral fixation, fixated nation, morally superior - sha’right - yer all cracked like my molars. the whole country needs a root canal, a big painful scraping of our rotten core and no you tired motherfucker i ain’t talking bout yer everyday random whore or yer so called criminal, miscreant, deviant, whatever ya wanna call it, like jimmy the saint said, give a motherfucking name to it…no more small fish. no more of us paying for them. nah. wait. are you really telling m that you need to know which is us and which is them…come on baby open your eyes. us vs. them, clear as day…the have-nots’, that’ me, sit here working for naught ‘cuz it’s all that we got, killing ourselves and breaking our backs just to barely survive just to fight for the scraps…the haves sit around moving us on their chessboard, bunch a stupid ass lemmings, dumb ass motherfuckers fighting with each other just like they want. stand up. shut up. listen and hear - really hear what i am saying to you - the shit has gone to hell and we ain’t got much time…poor vs rich - that’s it…it’s class warfare. it’s all out war. it’s do or die time, shut up and prove time. we gotta wrestle this life (your life) this earth (our earth) this beauty: this freedom (what freedom) back from the monsters that stole, that raped, that pillaged, that trapped us all in this seeming endless nightmare; this virtual free fall. but they forgot to account somewhere in there for those of we who will never shut up or be happy until we can all get free. so join me on this journey without end. spread this peace like jam and this love like your lovers legs. breathe in the pain but exhale with pleasure. fight these fuckers with weapons they’ll never understand; kindness and love, logic and reason, a kiss for every pig and and an answer for every fake scholar. it’s not a fairy tale. it’s the truth or a piece of it, but probably best of all, is that natural beat in it. keep it rockin’. keep it movin’. keep it jammin’. keep it groovin’. keep the peace but if they bare arms ‘gainst us, please believe that i keep a piece. by any means necessary, it’s gonna get messy…what the fuck am i saying, shit been tore up for years. messy left the building sometime in george w. bush’s first year, as president, please don’t get me started on that fucking shit. i don’t care what anyone says, that man ruined my life, and not just mine…he stole my future, my hope, my understanding of the world…AND NOT JUST MINE. how many people have died for his sins, his fathers sins, why the fuck even bother naming all of them damn stupid ass (mostly) men…it goes without saying we got fucked in the ass by a world class bunch of motherfuckers - hypocrites and bigots - all white men pretending to live without sin while the sit on high - probably in the lap of some guy, some pretty rent boy with a pocket full of teena - servicing his needs through that skinnny teen on the taxpayers dollar while all day long all ya hear is him holla ‘bout faggots and immigrants. shit is so backwards sometimes i think my head might implode. it’s too much to take - too much to handle, i’m a bad ass bitch but how do you combat an enemy who has never lost, has endless funds, and the last time it had a feeling was when that little blue pill gave it one…i don’t know man. i’m out. i’m done.