Pusher

Slangin' metaphors to help some one percent they've never met afford several new Lamborghinis

Artist and Repertoire, exchanging food, cash, for feelings

I guess that's why they call it dealing

Some games ain't about the better man

but more about the clever hand

The better the drawl

I've got my pistola in my pocket, I'm ready to draw

Shootin the gift of art-illery

Free based in lead, paints and head space

Leaving chalk outlines on the pride of a dead race

Hit the tape deck and cut the next ace

Mades spade plates of great taste

Heat tracks up like crack

with rock so hot,

we are worthy of the big leagues

That trickle down piss soaked economy

Leads to Negros as commodities

Dancing and shuffling in defiance

Answering and deconstructing the social science

but still not truly self-reliant

If the man tries to step to me,

I am next to peace, then jet and leave

I promenade and sashay expertly

Where I place my feet, I'm extra keen

of my role in privilege Tango

Bailo el Tango

Como todos los changos

While most are drug where the gold chain goes,

Jotting on blotter paper while glissading on rainbows

and the proceeds go to where the pain flows

prisons, oppression, torture and war

limit expression, culture, with scorn

Flooding streets with fronted panacea

Behind front street mass appeal

the lie, broken dreams and fantasies of

Camelot, Queens, castles and horses.

Mastodon tea team fascist forces

Have shrugged all fault from Galt

yet shot the King for having dreams

I authored, see: Clark Kent mastery

H.G. Wellison, Invisible Man selling time traveling heroins

To Ralph Waldo Eminence

In place of free artistry,

The Disney princess mythology

has got niggas jammin' my poems in their arteries

Exchanging food, cash, for feelings

I guess that's why they call it dealing

Some games ain't about the better man

but more about the clever hand

The better the drawl

I've got my pistola in my pocket, I'm ready to draw

Shootin the gift of art-illery

Free based in lead, paints and head space

Leaving chalk outlines on the pride of a dead race

Hit the tape deck and cut the next ace

Mades spade plates of great taste

Heat tracks up like crack

with rock so hot,

we are worthy of the big leagues

That trickle down piss soaked economy

Leads to Negros as commodities

Dancing and shuffling in defiance

Answering and deconstructing the social science

but still not truly self-reliant

If the man tries to step to me,

I am next to peace, then jet and leave

I promenade and sashay expertly

Where I place my feet, I'm extra keen

of my role in privilege Tango

Bailo el Tango

Como todos los changos

While most are drug where the gold chain goes,

Jotting on blotter paper while glissading on rainbows

and the proceeds go to where the pain flows

prisons, oppression, torture and war

limit expression, culture, with scorn

Flooding streets with fronted panacea

Behind front street mass appeal

the lie, broken dreams and fantasies of

Camelot, Queens, castles and horses.

Mastodon tea team fascist forces

Have shrugged all fault from Galt

yet shot the King for having dreams

I authored, see: Clark Kent mastery

H.G. Wellison, Invisible Man selling time traveling heroins

To Ralph Waldo Eminence

In place of free artistry,

The Disney princess mythology

has got niggas jammin' my poems in their arteries

Evening

You may laugh at mine this parody

but I've always been fond of disparity

I've ran with such severity,

My only garb, temerity

scheming, my only gear, celerity

Pushing toward the uneven,

Even if the odds is seeming, Sis-y-phean

Scarcity my raison d’être

Scared to dream of ceterus paribus

Because to believe the size of the migraine and the Excedrin are parallel is perilous

Fairness is but a metanarrative

Communist economist don't speak in pairs of us

Just as you prepare to bust your hypothesis clouds observance

Obfuscates the obvious

and unnerves the Central Nervous

to couch my dreams and serve as Ottoman

Footnote and footrest are pyrite empires measure of opulence

but so obstinate my faith in all things equal

took a zero-sum game and made unity the easel

Postulate that all of it will be made equal in sequel

Have been muted from prequel

The grooves from my needle

Are depression I've made for people's expressions

To settle and veteran's to call fetal homestead

So as to level the playing field

What an oddity on an evening such as this?

One chooses autonomy, twice meaning, even though there's much at risk