Where Self Died

Another rap/spoken word I wrote years ago

WHERE SELF DIED:

 

I asked God for an open door from a colder war

Liberty caught some friendly fire, Now she's got open sores

exit wounds still need a medic

now her blood is infected

and it clots where she was shot

forming scabs at the strike on life

where capitalism stops

top nation forsaken God, unaccountable

withholding liberty and justice for all

before the fall

comes pride

after pride comes greed

after greed, wants become needs

by any means necessary

the sign of the free, accessory

fantasy finish line, a sigh of relief

flat screen messiah with 1080 healing

kneeling to a prime time divine

blessings be, shrink wrapped in ecstasy

"come and get me" nirvana packaging

is more attracting than a bloody carpenter

harbinger of false paradise

30 silver coins there's the price

of a narcissistic heart of mischief

with implements

of pleasure scattered these days like Easter eggs

watered down resurrection, cause it sure is colorful

and economically viable, it's wonderful

black Friday sin sacrifice

acting like we got nothing to loose, but pay dues

uncircumcised Philistines ducking the rules

 

trying to get ahead like a guillotine 

drop the blade divide sides

goats or sheep but don't sleep

Time is worth every second, so every second is work

 

Tyler Durden work ethic, Spiritual obstectrics

Deliver me from evil, call it rebirth

insert God in that murder spot

where you look at yourself at a distance

and assassinate sin, for instance

 

Life got issues and sometimes...it's you

misuse freedom for selfish ambition

Man listen, Americana has us execution style, in cubicles

drowning in abundance like what we own ain't suitable

John Woo maneuver through consumers who chase these

fantasized lies, advertised in HD

The promise of a better tomorrow

so we borrow to buy what we don't need

our pockets bleed, cause life is hardboiled

 

ethics coil around a seared conscience

they sell you snake oil, to make a soiled profit...

 

dirty money!

 

decide & commit...ain't no purgutory

your spirits on the line you sign for credit card charges

reduced to target markets, you not a hard target

 

the bull's eye is still bull, pull the wool from ya visuals

individuals have always been bad for economy

honestly, mass production's at the center of Oz

 

The Wizard's giving heart, courage & brains

as we reinvent ourselves as Gods.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"misusing freedom for selfish ambition" oh yes, you and i may have different styles, but the voices cry in unison as to the plight of society and how materialism has just butchered it to pieces...everything for a profit and to hell with the human spirit.

damn this poem really got me going...bravo for saying it as you have.

jacob

[PWells]

what a powerful and amazing write. has a wonderful feel and rhythm to it.