the moral of the story
is it’s gonna get gory
unless we find
another song to sing
quit flossin whips
and diamond rings
& unhealthy obsessions
with the finer things
life is about
more than that
fuck packing gats
and amassing fat stacks
money over everything
that shit is wack
get mental wheels turnin’
flip the game back around
see the underbelly
know we've all been clowned
this world’s got problems
trouble surrounds
don’t let them distract you
while your kindreds drown
this realitys a trip, man
forced underground
til the shit hits fans
and thunder sounds
will it take a catastrophe
for us to finally see
frauds unsustainable
hidden by pageantry?
the strategy of our malady
is wrathfully banal
we give a laugh factory
& amnesty to cabals
a cruel social order
governed by scrooges
crimes against humanity
forgiven by stooges
an exploited underclass
placated by snoozes
if we don’t say shit
the whole world loses
the future belongs to us
not some ancient traditions
forget fantasy lands
it's material conditions!
cuz i have my suspicions
that if we state our positions
sign our petitions
& highlight the contradictions
we'll have heavy collisions
with powerful magicians
but if we work together
we can defeat these villains
remember your convictions
to manifest your visions
speak clearly enough
and the universe will listen 🎃
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