Monday Afternoons

May 27, 2008 - 02:09 AM PST

it’s funny how no money can bring me down to nothin
but soon as i pocket a little paper
i spend it, to show i’m stuntin

that i’m somethin

my peace of mind is a porche,
course, that includes
bein fresh to death with no regrets

iced-out and flossin
shinin, blindin
livin life not worried bout debts

but it’s my own freedom i’ve divorced
by excepting the ideology
that a car can show my worth

the path
mapped
for me
glorifies the divide

the materialistic

we are
tricked to fit within the
mold of a hollow body

and follow a norm, a standard of which america panders to everyday

in this world of which we live
i’m perceived as how i’m seen

young
black
male

ball cap
white shirt
baggy jeans

education is my focus
and sometimes i struggle to find my place
but i’m just a product of a machine
that tries to make me not my own way

but in this world of which we live
my skin is the first thing that they see
identified as a threat to this system
that sterilizes, to prevent us from being free

to be
stereotyped as nothing but black
clasped with the fact that
i gotta ball
or
i gotta rap
just to get recognition
but still be just a nigger

even if it’s not said
the power structure quivers

every time i cash a check
that’s my life attached to a figure
equal to the worth of the life that i sell just to make their pockets bigger

who signs your checks?
and their checks?
who has the power?

supposedly my representatives
but in this mushroom kingdom
we’re just goombas & turtles
puttin in work for the king koopa,
bowser

the corrupt government
they sit on their asses
passin legislation not in the best interest of my masses

philandering, pandering to the giant corporation
sendin jobs to other brown folks
economic slavery
genocidal gentrification
only wanting instant gratification
all for less than minimum wage and no vacations

globalization
at any cost
long as it’s makin money
lives fall to the wayside
and nobody cares about a face they never saw
lost

blended into the background
and accepted as the truth

fear is syringed into the masses
paralyzing the mind
keeping you and me subservient
to the ever watchful eye

on your phone, in your e-mail
there is someone always lurkin
but pop your prescription pills america,
here’s a stimulus

pay no attention to big brother behind the curtain

they’re usin the media to tell us lies as a political device
when they’re bettin on our future
in an alley
shootin dice

it’s just another monday afternoon
in the land of the free
don’t you see?
the community don’t even know
everybody is too wrapped up in fittin into society’s required uniform

while capitalistic imperialists hover circles
over poor, single mothers
and beat their dicks like it’s porn

america is a slave to the trend

and by the end
when all is said
we’ll all just be cold bodies
dead