a sicilian from suburban sacramento
i seek solace in science
film, thought, living, reason
yet i work with regressive creationists
ride the bus with idiots
live next to bitter tea bags
they live to shout down
i live to listen
i fight with knowledge
with logic
with an open mind
with respect
with a gang of humor
and all i look for?
an end to the motherfcuking drama
but they hold my face to the news
they hide behind the internet
thoughtless cowards, the people in this country
this world... what the holy hell?
(start the quotes here,
i would never say this)
this is mine, don't touch it
i worked for it, i can waste it
but yours? i need it
you gave over half, we still want the rest
if you look different, you are different
we'll question relentlessly
get out of my (world/country/life), b*tch
mow my lawn
if you kissed him, we'll kill you
(or make you kill yourself)
if you bleed monthly, we'll restrict your choices
if you lose your home, we have this box you can borrow
(end the quotes here,
you've heard enough)
no time for this bullsh*t
i get 70 maybe 80 turns on this joint, if i'm lucky
and the issues, micro or macro
won't stop me
you won't stop me
fcuk all y'all
you want alienation, son?
check the music scene
"all good things" my man thes said it
real deal hip hop... dead? maybe
but i raise my beer... doppelbock
what's the toast?... "highlighter is the resurrection"