Why you gotta go somewhere exotic to help people?
We ain’t interesting enough? Then you’re more like “to hell with people”
“How can you watch the Grammys when there’s people dying in Gaza?”
Cats is dying in poverty down by Cerveza y Papas
ain’t nowhere more unemployed than the Seven Six Oh
mad cause I’m tellin’ you bout lettin’ shit go
you came up out of Victorville
pissed cause the victor will
claim a land with his flag
But what you got in the bag?
Can I get a morsel
of the bodies of poems
like torsos in warzones?
apportioned of course though
we all want things, we can’t have things
We do mad things, we do bad things
I want dumb things
I want something to do with a solution to this ravenous pollution
of the mind in a way I didn’t before so
Can I get a portion? A morsel
of the bodies of poems
like torsos in warzones?