My Last Show

My Last Show
Downtown Durham, NC (Bimbe Festival 2010)

Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Poem I Never Wrote

You wanna talk?
Okay, lets talk
I wanna tell you about something
You probably gon think i'm buggin
But i'm not

Theres a back door
to every front-store
Where we browse down the aisles
and let these crooks sell us clouds
and keep the cotton candy for themselves
Hell nall
You probably gon think i'm buggin when I tell you this
But i'm not
George Walker Bush
had a hand in the push
when them towers dropped
Sadaam was his ram in the bush
Cuz the Bin-Laden family was his patnah' dem
And I know if he was payin a debt
Blackmailed by a threat
or lost a bet
But that fucker at least let them towers fall
You can tell when somebody lyin
Still aint caught Bin-Laden huh?
Some back door oil deal from in the day: all them people dyin huh?
I know yall probably think i'm buggin
but turn on the news
peep how they keep fear on front street
I've flown at least 40
seperate times
never once in that 40
was the terrorism alert lower than code orange
but the part thats so crazy to me
they actually color coded how afraid we should be
afraid of who
remains to be seen
or should i say scene with a c
that what it looks like to me
a crime scene
a crime
and i'm
a witness with no court to testify in
you probably think i'm just buggin
But i'm not.
Dont even get me started on the cops
I spit a beautiful loogie
into my hand
and fling it so smoothly
Onto the door handle of their squad cars
Everytime i get the chance
I dont trust them
They disgust me
Power is so lovely
But they abuse her to the point, she gets ugly
and I think their all part of a plot
You probably think i'm buggin
But i'm not tho, see
Nobody may be pulling the strings themselves
But some strings are being pulled
And they are all godfathers
Gangsters in suits
with hired hitters, licensed to shoot
Police and Politicians
If f i could only tell you what I really know
But i cant they'll kill me the tho
So I only wrote a little
And i always write in code
I forgot how to make the paper implode
so keep it close
between me and you
this is the poem I never wrote





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