Social RetaliationA Poem by Declan CooneyJust kinda busted this one out today. I guess I had some stuff to get off my mind...I ride a gust of flames And remain inhumanly painless Blood squirting, but veinless, with white skin, but stainless My game is verbal chess and I’m here for the slaughter Strap you to bamboo and commence the torturous drops of water My offspring would be rock hard, as I am naturally dense You try to block off this mock up, and I’m crushing your defense I’m all in offense, so my vented intent isn’t mangled I sent word to your “God,” that his shamed fable’s been strangled Now I’m angled upon the earth angels exposed A complex, dark allegro as Beethoven once composed Your brown nose is frozen within my body count census You speak in broken sentences that enflame my intentions I’m sending you thru dimensions without the mention of faith You end up in my detention of aggression and rage! So suppress your stress as I impress on your brain The vivid wickedness that leaves the average mind slain The bane of your existence is represented thru me You love it, you hate it, you f**k it, You see it in the mirror, and in every single window on the street You can’t hide, I’m inside, "all your are base belong to" me You prolong the heat, and bundle up for the chill I’m hunting for meat, f*****g for free and dressing to kill I’m in touch with your soul, just a heartbeat away Unchecked aggression with sound suppressors for the light of day I’m low tech, and know that my experience precedes So no test can protest my excessive extensive needs This lets you profess a death bereft of design Like eleven fat nails puncturing the gaps in your spine I’m in time, relative to your concept of space I don’t believe in black and white mother f****r we’re a race I got a thorax and femur, hamstrings and heart Legs thick like pillars and arms armed from the start It may be hard to blast past your concepts of skin But once you get fucked by your color, that’s where they begin And when I say they I mean the ones of One World The tyrants whose violence will silence and swirl And even your girl will get tracked by the FED You can’t fight them or bribe them, they’d rather you dead They got ideas for disposing of 90% of our globe They’re at fault for epidemics, and toxic spills in the road They put fluoride in your water, and they tell you to drink They call you f*****g stupid in school if you even try to think You can’t speak, when they have you gagged and cuffed at the knees No Miranda rights, just a “free-for-fight,” and no warning like “freeze” I’m on the brink of exploding into a vicious new fight I’m in the dark too, mother f****r, but exposing the light. These night lights for zeitgeist frighten the masses Scares the s**t out of historical and catholic classes I demassify the people who are aching for help "Live simply to simply live," I don’t preach heaven or hell If you wanna quell this mouth motorist, you best have thought before speech Because you’ll get lost when you get crossed by my homies and me I’m adamant with a different message each time I impeach As I question the lessons of Charleton Heston’s new reach I’m having fun spitting angry mental notes on a reel Stopping and gawking, Rockafella cuts me a deal JP Morgan is now my bank, the Reserve has my back I have ‘em pay me in gold, and diamonds that are a rich pitch black Then I travel to London, Israel and back again And upon my return my stern vocals burn down the Vatican © 2009 Declan CooneyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 30, 2009 AuthorDeclan CooneyPhoenix, AZAboutMy name is Declan Cooney, I've lived in Phoenix, Arizona all my life. I was born on July 18th 1990. I love rap, rock, and hip hop, however, I still enjoy all types of music. I write about my life most.. more..Writing
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