Stan the Street Corner Savant

To tell it truthfully
We be slippin through cracks
Like forties poured for homies
Sproutin thorn bushes
more pushes more
Against a wall
balled fists beating
Back senseless attacks
Violence is not silence
Killers are victims too
And this be
Misunderstood cause power
Don’t want to know
The cause of apathy
Could it be
The pathogen of pathetic pedantic
Talk round the water cooler
Quiet calamity of sacrificed life
For an almighty dead green WASP
The cost of comfort
The loss of freedom
 
And I can’t sign my name anymore
On only 2 party lines
Running thouroughbreds 2 years
Down deadends where rhetoric mimics elitist polemics
Raising more money than God knows
When more and more can’t even pay
The doctor
Fall dead on the floor
Waitin for a hand up
 
Can’t shake the feeling
That over my shoulder’s no longer safe
Cause my money caused too many parent’s deaths
And I am reminded of my insecurity
Despite legislative lack of liberty
From codes colored supposed to
Warn me save me from some afghani
Or Iraqi we may have mistakenly
Accused of threateningly praying to Allah
 
Danger even lurks in my dollar menu marketed
To me
Cause I ain’t rich enough to eat
Organic whole foods
Have a value set that includes
Brooks Brother’s three pieces
New car leases
Angora Fleeces
A diamond Jesus
 
What pleases me would be some fierce motherfucker
Strong enough to love a brother
Despite tag line and land mines
That say hatin is the only strength worth perpetratin
Each of us makin
The decision we livin
Is this hell or merely television
 
Instead my mouth is lock jawed agape at the gap between a 3 car garage and 3 jobs to life
My silences slip out the dropped jaw
Tally of American ambition
I’m left wishin more people were bitchin demandin
A new game
Cause this wheel just bores me
And I am sick of cheese