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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…

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