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Let It Bleed by Astrow
The boondocks iron city full of rum and drugs
South Central slums no fun is where I'm spawning from
The 90's unwind me to the time these Devils tried to blind me
my opponent is myself and only i can define me
I experienced the streets
and this raw game asking for change cause raw spells war
my lineage
Down living poor
poverty corruption exposed wild flooding my core
Batteram out to get me straight shattered my door
chemical war
psychological warfare
artificial glare
seeming unfair as i stared i rebelled
kicking it
on the porch with my kin folk
avoiding the gangs owning the page with my number two pencil
Addicted to paint
Not the shank
entertained
productive
I love it
a wise mind
compared to fucking nothing but nature
cause shes beautiful
i feel so free
able to see
Mother Earth to me
a real necessity
I live blasting over hot grills
licensed to kill
Uncle Sam's field employed ill
killing at will
all for some bills
that go to oppressors with suppressors
shadowed out in black suits playing checkers
Ain't down with Benji
plat bronze a punk a Jimmy
slugging out the youth toxin like a Hemi
cause truth is buried
And the lies are shown
like a flee on a spree hijacking your dome
Industry ho
Living life like a slaves soul
Ghetto pigeon
Free yet glocked and locked up in a prison
Re educated by Satin
Blue eyed beast
Lynching out free colored kins
a creatures feast
Tekkknology
A physiological tactic
will mold you into clay in a world full of plastic
with pesticide
Dope Gangs Sex all the magic
potions
To replicate a Tom to kill crops like a Locust
The war is focused
advertised manipulated
advocated
Like French Spain fucked a Haitian
Embrace it
And buzz out this cell this living hell
Experience more knowledge than life's horror struggle tales
Real committed and focused
like mad hates the roaches
Rats to hornet's
kicked in like some horse shit if i
Had the chance for one wish
It be Docs DeLorean to blast me to 1966
When Black Panthers where bucking down Oakland pigs
To organizing free breakfast clubs for hungry little kids
Teaching self defense heritage
Under covers
About evil whites and why we lighter shaded brothers
Then off to 1493
To burn the Pinta the Niña the Santa
for 1619
No slaves free Natives
New hieroglyphic written pages
Hands on slave ships
Revenge
for all the racist hatred
So let it bleed let it bleed
Spread your pain
Throw them up if you hate the game
Fight for change
Heal the pain
Every struggle is a lesson
Create a change a difference
From this hell that were facing
- Astrow
Superpowers by Dark Side
He said his super power was invisibility
Sitting at the train station
I overheard in a conversation
He was having with himself
And I felt
Kind of bad for eavesdropping
He said the rain is his only shower
And his superpower
Was the funk
It kept people away
Held them at bay
No need to explain
If they won’t even ask
Too afraid to get
Too close to the man
Who smells of nights
Spent laying on sidewalks
In doorways
Too afraid to get
Too close to the man
Who mumbles incoherently
Under his breath
Most times
He said his superpower was
The deafening roar
He would randomly let out
Arms outstretched
Chest bare
Head tilted back
Eyes wide and bugged out
A roar to the sky
To God
Not a question
But an affirmation
“I am here! Forsaken but alive!
RRRRaaaawwwwrrrr!”
He tries to match
The thunderous sound
Of the traffic that
Interrupts his sleep
Under the overpass
That last piece of land
Found unclaimed
Out of the rain
He said his superpower was
X-ray vision
That he could see through
The volunteers at the mission
He said his superpower was
Mindreading
He knew that they were there
So they could feel good
About themselves for
Giving up some time
From their busy schedules
To feed these poor souls
Who needed saving
When all he needed was a hot meal
And to be left alone
These poor souls
Who were sure
That the good
They were doing
That the kindness
They were imbuing
Would get them into Heaven
And I sat there and
Listened
Waiting for the train
That would take me
Home
I stared straight ahead
Not wanting to move
Not wanting to turn up the music
In my ears
He said his superpower was
Heat rays emanating
From his eyes
And it was true
I know this because
When I turned my head
In his direction
His stare made my face flush
It burned away all of the
Aloofness I was pretending
To have as I listened intently
It burned away all of the
Preconceptions I had about
Who he was
His superpower was
Hypnotizing me
Into believing I had
Done no wrong
That a cigarette was all he
Needed or would
Ask for
So I asked for
A moment of his time
In exchange
And as we sat he
Began to change
No longer strange
But interesting
I found out that
He is
Creative
A son of a father
Who did more harm
Than good
The father of a son
Who in order to not do harm to
He did the good thing
Of removing himself
Before the spiral down began
He is a man
Who lost his footing
On the tightrope high-wire act
That life is
He is smart
He is caring
He is funny
He is strong
Turns out he’s no superhero
Nor villain
He’s been just another
Human being
All along…
