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