American sunshine

If they are two sides
of the same coin
its not a coincidence
that their names rhyme
but they got only
one of them down
he was just another
man with a gun
the other shooting off his puns
also fucking with millions of minds
is still alive
but one had to go down
so the other could live on
taking forward the lies

o-ama is a fuck
fill in the blank
and the bs has begun

when a plane dropped its wheels in the sky
a tower standing tall dived
came crashing down on its false pride
but now they stand
closing their fists
and punching back
singing their song
as their american sun shines
while from under a black veil
under the shadow of a black sun
laboring out a baby boy is born
comes out crying
crying out with his jehadi war cry

o-ama is a fuck
fill in the blank
and the bs has begun

rednecks with with their moist red eyes
the sms joke for them has still not run dry
cursing the day when the pigs started to fly
have they changed their game
and does their american sun shine
or a black man to them is still
only as good as a swine

o-ama is a fuck
fill in the blank
and the games have begun

weigh in on with those dollars and dimes
stacked against them are lost generations
and see the balance tipping over
in favor of the lost time

fill in those blanks
and there are games all around

the game never ends
some are staring out
giving into the blank
are accused of not taking sides
while even the sun takes its turns
changing on its colors
taking sides as its shines
shining on one side at a time

She knows

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows how to make that face
she knows how to turn with grace

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows not what to say
she knows all that there is to say

she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows how to play the game
she knows how to play it straight
she knows how to bend
she knows how to spread those legs

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows the bed
she knows the road
she knows the drive
she knows the ride
she knows the time
she knows shes in line

she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows what she wants to see
she knows what needs to be
she knows that she knows me

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

Ticking away in time

Holding down the ticking time
as the ceiling comes falling down
patience patiently runs out of breath
and you start diving down into the dread
all the while lying still on the bed

straining that neck
to fix yourself up
as a twisted brace
and the head that falls on the chest
deaf ears that try to catch the beat
never mind the heart
that has been torn apart
but pulling up hard
to close the long open bracket
and flicker on for a while by
lighting up on her socket

but the ceiling starts its climb down
and you are trying to
hold down the ticking time
as you stare lying on the dread
patience patiently starts
to run out of its breath
coming down to crush you
the ceiling of debt
while you are lying down
lying down dead on the bed

Go purple

got to the store
got to choose from
the many colors
on the floor
through the haze
the color of my smoke
they seem all black n blue to me
but ive now seen the tee
shouting expletives at me
its time to choose
i've chosen my purple
and im walking out the door

walking out of the door
im black n blue
and ive picked up my purple

liked the paths that u beat on
grinding yourself down
and then you dont want to
come unstuck from the ground

im black n blue
and im wearing purple

taking the black n blue rear view
and shading it with the color purple
blocking that rear view
'cause im in my purple
'cause i'm a black n a blue
im black n blue
and im enveloped in my purple

met a few drunkards
looking for trouble
on the way
everybody likes to
have a say
but they offered me their ciggs
and i slipped back into my circles

i'm black n blue
and ive picked up my purple

walking out the door
i'm a black n a blue
and im turning purple

Breathe

Hands that are going up
to catch those babies
littered on the street
who'll be catching them
and what will the babies see

theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

even the blind man staring straight
abuses his right to see
and the one legged man
trips on his power to be

theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

the preacher with his preachered
the butcher and his butchered
all thrusting into legs wide open
humanity to them is an unwilling woman

theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

the people of all kinds
like sprinkled on the number line
and some who like to
stand last in the line
scared that their turns will come
not ready to play
but always ready to lose
pissing for long in their pants
decide to lose their flavor
making it less with
each heavy step
as they piss out into the future

but theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

cowards and thieves
only nailing others excuses to breathe
not getting those hands
down and dirty
but gassing people silently
with all their greed
playing to the tune of tragedy
slipping through the cracks
and blaming their society

but but theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

excusing themselves out
and contributing to world peace
by cutting themselves into pieces
pieces of ten grams each
with so much masala
spilled on the street
but losing all their appetite
to even breathe