Schaden

If I meet the God of Justice….down the road,

And find them to be a reasonable thing. 

Before they turn me into Prince or toad

I will tell all the truth that I can sing 

For never did a master raise his crop

Who did not deserve the lash upon his back

& Never did a drunkard beat his wife

Who did not deserve to have his skull cracked.

John Brown….was sound…. and right…. in all he did.

Guilty Blood washes off, easy as the sand.

But when you spill your brother’s blood

Among the dirt you share, 

You give up all your rights to your shared land.

So I shall beg that hidden Reaper in my path,

To only pass and let by the ones 

With condemnation and burden on their heart.

Those who screech the warning with their lungs,

Asking for it all to stop.

For every man that reasons his own brothers’ death,

I shall not stand as death makes that man depart.

Whatever motivates their broken heart.

Oh Schadenfreude, oh Schadenfreude.

Take every man who doth proclaim to jail his brother for his own good

I will happily watch them rot entrapped inside a cage.

Take every woman who kills her own sister, 

A sister…. in color …..And in manner…. and in custom… and in meal …and in hue.

Take every woman who kills her own sister, 

And do whatever you intend to do.

I do not stand in the path of Justice 

I am not here to save the cursed lot

I am no Christ. 

And I shall never ask you to forgive anyone

Simply because “they know not what they do.”

They all had Google,

They could have looked it up.

Themis…. TAKE THEM TOO.

But leave me the few….

The few…who still see a siblings face amongst a sea of fleeing refugees and strangers.

Take all the rest

I have not the strength or divinity to protest.

If I meet the God of Justice….down the road,

And find them to be a reasonable thing. 

Even though I could probably ask them for a lot,

It’s only for the innocents that I’d sing.

Not Real

My face shall remain dry,

For every year that my Rabbi,

Told 8 year old me that our people were better.

"The only good one is a dead one",

 they taught the child in me, 

at a school meant for the chosen people.

I do not weep when inequalities and restitutions, 

come for people who told me the we are counted above even.

I learned the n word from a rabbi who later got caught for extortion. 

He counted every cent that someone darker then him used to buy his daily bread; 

but stole five figures worth of money to his coffers.

Apartheid and  Cultural Supremacy are not immune to Karma.

I've seen the zoos they keep them in with my own eyes.

You say 'never again', but your policys perpetuates the drama, exposing your sentiments for empty words and lies.

Cynthia

In a building, in north Philly

Was a shaft quite like a mine

But the lift inside was broken

So they walked the steps serpentine

Oh, her children, oh her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Cheap she was and like a Slum lord

And her rent was asnine,

But she did not head the tenants

Made them walk steps serpentine

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Took her twin boys to the rooftoop

Told her she had little time

Off the edge the kids were dangeling

Held up just by some burning twine

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Cursing she tried to hit the button

Got the chills deep in her spine

But, alas it restitution, its time to pay the fine

Now its her, who has to climb steps serpentine.

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

In a graveyard they were buried

In a place no stairs will find

As she weeps over their caskets

Her tears fall salty as a brine.

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine.

If she had only fixed the Silo

She would have reached her brats in time.

Now she only has her daughter,

And she spends her evenings crying

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Out of breath they climbed thrice daily,

Sufferung Morning, evening, and lunchtime

Till they finally reached their wits end.

 in the sand they drew a line.

she was given many chances.

but she chose the wrong paradigm

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

you might say the sentence was harsh.

punishment didn't fit the crime.

call us lazy...call us crazy

but at least now we're breathing fine.

yes she fixed the elevator.

how we love to hear it chime.

and we guess she learned her lesson.

it's a moral most divine

no one has the breath or patience

to climb the steps Serpentine

Oh, her children, oh, her children,

Used to be alive and fine,

But she didnt fix the problem ,

Made them walk steps serpentine..

Russian Rap for JoebTrack

Я возвращаюсь домой пьяный.

Mояa девочка со мной.

х## мой стоит упрямый.

но в моём желудке бой. 

теперь она меня должна подождать.

потому что мне надо срать.

я на шоссе еду к другу, дольдо не видел я его.

Я хочу с ним покурить травку и посмотреть кино.

теперь мне надо остановиться в станции газовой 

когда я завтрак свой tam оставлю в толчке будет Прибой.

долгий проекты на работе.

цифры в голове мешаются.

Я хочу решить, кто мне должен и которому должен я.

сосредоточиться мне мешает урчание живота.

и если я не освобожусь.

я не Составлю 2 + 2.

Новый год я в Нью Йорке.

Салют звенит , а я пою.

трафик в туннеле, Holland.

машины. зад к переду.

Из моей трубы выходит выхлоп.

Скоро я буду засранец. Скоро я буду жлоб

Who Called You Monster ?

The monster is gone.
Where did he come from?
He wants to consume,
but he doesn't know what.
He's sure to return;
and where did he go now?
Where did he come from,
And where did he go.?

The monster is in me,
but you're the one who made him.
The monster is in you,
it was made by my hands.

Sometimes he is good,
Sometimes he is bad
Sometimes he is winged
Sometimes he is horned.
Most times he is just an empty mirror.

Its all in your head,
croaks joking The Raven.
It all in you heart
cries softly The Dove

The empty reflection
of all that cant be forsaken.
The Monsters of Fear
The Monsters of Love.

To be closed, to be open?
To be open, to be closed?
To dare to stand
in front of the mirror
and not strike a pose.

Reflection reflection.
You are my monster.

I will not slay you.
You are mine I suppose.

Sometimes you're monster
But its not that scary.
Sometimes you're the beast
Sometimes you're the knight.

But which is the hero?
And where is the maiden?

Who called you monster anyway?
Emotion Stay.

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I asked the Goddess why she made me flawed. She responded by admitting She herself wasn't flawless. We're made to become more. More forever, past even the grave. Stardust ever-expanding into space

Woodhaven Road (Stream of Consciousness)

Lady selling roses by the road
Speed Limit 55.
Everyone has an SUV these days
They are merging into my lane
And I kinda wish that they would die.
An old man in a Volkswagen passes to my left.
Cars dont look like they used to...no more
Speed limit raised to 70
Look at the dune buggy go
Here I am
I am passing Thornton road.
License Plates from Jersey
I better just avoid.
I only take the exits I desire
But hey... thats life
There is an emergency
At the Northbrook Apartment Complexies
Two red cars hit each other
Now the tow truck has arrived
Estimated time to go
-Till i get to 676
Is 50 minutes if go fast
but 30 if I am in a fix.

My Road
My Road
They gave one to the queen
Even though she is mean
She Royalty I guess
But then I do digress

And there are clouds up in the sky.
The sky is blue
The rain is gone
I am driving down on Woodhaven today.

The grass is green upon the hill
Near Bristol Pike
And under the low bridge I go
And if I was too high I'd hurt myself.

The Sun...Ou Ou
The sun is shining thru
On Woodhaven road.
Now I am past Bristol Pike
I am going fast.

And I am going home to Hawaii, PA
To deal with ego crusted shit
And Facebook statues

I made them angry
Steve's so angry

So here I am driving slow
Driving fast
And recording into my phone
The things I see

Cause Here I am
Here I am
on 95

Woodhaven road
You were so great
You are the Northeast's
Main gate

A place that people go  to see things
More Authentically

Now here I go
This is the End
Why cant we all be Facebook friends?

Why do we argue so much
Why do we hate
Why do we sludge

We take ourselves too seriously
but here things appear differently.
On Woodhaven
Woodhaven road

Woodhaven Road
Where every prince is a toad

Woodhaven Road
Woodhaven Road



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