A song in the process
 

Catatonic’s reincarnated to prophets/
A prosthetic belief, a dogma, a notion of nonsense/
Five out of ten blank stares with their hands in their pockets/
Live life just to clock in/
Concave biased outer structure’s fine graded in texture/
Reinforced with reputable politicians and money hungry vectors/
Belated endearment for society travels father bill collectors/
Artist speak passionately along with film directors/
Cursed inflections rant behind irrational decisions/
Poverty struck communities wince at tyrant’s contradictions/
Osculating heads formed unities form poor jurisdiction/
Calculating numerous personal trials with pathetic convictions/
No contributions to unhealthily/
No special privileges unless you’re wealthy/
Combusting fragments of patriotic fabrics melting/
A thousand blinded eyes witnessed my vision and felt me/
Rent indents grocery budgets following gas/
Political figures burnt property from outcasts/
Critical money figure declinations put the gas can to the match/
Iconoclastic masses after A dynastic asses ignorant stare at the darker contrast/
Welfare checks, link cards, food stamps/
Who the fuck actually wears this houses pants/
Man can’t escape from the ghetto so he was never given a chance/
Stuck on a downward spiral just fathering the opening of his hands/
But they can’t see the vacancy of respect/
Flagrant actions of vengeance from being oppressed/
Publicized lies on television to the press/
Closure on doctrines of corrupted peace pacts convert to malicious projects/
Neglected forth coming stabs at the apocalypse/
Irritated occupants of an astronomical metropolis/
Believed that monotonous nonsense slurred in documents/
Resumed to blind minds with a misleading synopsis/
Force-fed Lies at the pulpit/
Fuck politician’s arrogance and bullshit!

No has anything to say?

uppin

still uppin for a response