User talk:El C/Poetry

I lift the shroud and make the masses proud Crush our enemies, Are you gonna ride with me? Or sit in your materialistic mire G?

Race to our grave how much more could I have gave to the insatiable assassins that are forever laughing like an atom I'm cracking, will we ever be saved? With landmines not gold my future is paved, love in my heart but not racist-ly raised You want back but you never gave, you think you're prince but you're really nave &#8211; sissy, I bet you think you're brave playing broke, stack your loot the cream you save, body boarding on light's way The rich taunt me specter of bill collectors haunt me The fates of the greats leaves me undaunted socialist dazzle mother****er and I flaunt it Class equality and abolish poverty &#8211; I want it

Preach knowledge with no answer, you speak in tongues climb life's ladder and it has no rungs My old-school compadres are spun

The rich steal my labour and my health to bag their wealth They got us ass backwards fight for the self and not the masses, they got us right in Congress Anything but abolish the classes Anything but rocking the vote of our masters Mother****ers telling me that my vote is the answer You simple fools I duel your revisionism tools You leer, indegenous people fuc**n with cheap beer sniffing glue, we destroyed their world &#8211; what would you do? My African comrades Killed by disease and nationalism our motherland raped and beaten by this giant mob capitalism Spewing fumes of death-smoke, we choke on consumer goods like gunpowder-fed pits, we kill each other in our own hoods More and more are forced to settle in the ghetto we whore and horde to pay the rent and fill the kettle The rich test our mettle I'm an avalanche started by a pebble I throw a rock at the devil I rebel In politics I meddle past lives several

Esoterics, yes, I dabble control the rabble false prophets praddle the lumpen cut down like cattle In the street we battle the bourgeois we rattle Lift the curse check em down from their perch For the truth we search at birth, living together in harmony I never understand why you just can't see We'll kill you just like we did the Nazi Let's clean the names of the heroes the rich besmirched Spiritualism is valid just make it an equal portion of the salad Life is callous mass confusion cats living in delusion stalled evolution each breath I taste pollution no respect for women, just a cushion for the pushin' Lions laid and wait and ambushes from the bushes Watch how hard this player pushes through in and out a pussy like a douche he rush your tw*t like swat he makes more than your pussy pop leave you broken All to say is bambaclat

I mark rats, rapists, police agents and snitches Subject deep lyrics vicious pockets broke mental riches rathead bitches capitalistic wishes personal issues You've never heard words like these they're free so don&#8217;t say please you're the host of the greed disease Stay calm smoke bomb you better sound the alarm Revolution's cold so dress warm like millions of locus we swarm the children of corn destroy child porn Heed to seed our plant feel the impression of my stamp --Comrade Zearle.

Most treacherous is not the robbery of hard earned wages Most horrible is not the torture by the police. Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed. To be caught while asleep is surely bad surely bad is to be buried in silence But it is not most dangerous. To remain dumb and silent in the face of trickery Even when just, is definitely bad Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly But it is not most dangerous Most dangerous is To be filled with dead peace Not to feel agony and bear it all, Leaving home for work And from work return home Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.

Most dangerous is that watch Which run on your wrist But stand still for your eyes. Most dangerous is that eye Which sees all but remains frostlike, The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love, The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world. That sinks the simple meaning of visible things And is lost in the meaning return of useless games. Most dangerous is the moon Which rises in the numb yard After each murder, But does not pierce your eyes like hot chills. Most dangerous is the song Which climbs the mourning wail In order to reach your ears And repeats the cough of an evil man At the door of the frightened people. Most dangerous is the night Falling in the sky of living souls, Extinguishing them all In which only owls shriek and jackals growl, And eternal darkness covers all the windows.

Most heinous is the direction In which the sun of the soul light Pierces the east of your body. Most treacherous is not the robbery of hard earned wages Most horrible is not the torture of police Most dangerous is not graft taken for greed and treason. -- Comrade Paash