We were not birthed into all of this to be the world's peerless cultural eunuchs
Revolving with low resolution and resolving to conquer booties and adore the phallus
In resplendently darkened vibrating temples that we have anointed
Clubs and Titty Bars
Beaten and scarred
Callous on our collective Soul
From our vocation of mental masturbation
Ejaculating highly organic extensions of Self Down into the drains of infertility
Frivolous attempts at balancing broken crowns on hollowed heads
Echoing long forgotten memories of glorious yesterdays
Existing in a present presenting sacrificial offerings of Self to the neon-god of two Kay Babylon
Secular piety in a divided society
There's a grand Nebuchadnezzar
He brewing youthful elixirs in reverse
Seizing identities Blessed with the Curse
High technology hocus pocus gold into base metal
Philosophers being stoned
Washed genes are easily transmuted
Relinquishing their treasured genius for small change And everything changes Yet nothing changes
The hippest trip in America being Sooouuuulllll Train
Souls trained and transfixed Crucial fixtures provoke spirits to constrict conflict and boogie down to it
Noxious elements fouling up the firmament
Beckoning me to strange heavens
Is it exotic by virtue of being non-recognizable
Holy rolled vessels tight locked and shackled
Searching for keys to be free while incarcerating our will to be
Wayward poets hipping and hopping down cotton trails
Travail upon the pungent smell of decomposing minds Ghostly shells of their former selves Hell is not fiction since we articulate with sacred diction Spit kickers nit picking all the nooks and crannies Pot holed lawns I pawned my last sanity Rhythm and blues confused the sounds we use Believing I Can Fly but settling to Feel on your booty Pushers in educators clothing giving overdoses of I Once Ruled The world curriculum heedless of their delirium Miracle bastard babies suffering And today Caricatures of men with precious metaled teeth emitting rusted words Bling Bling like the cling clang of incarcerated brain Producing only the hollowed sound of tear stained tiers and malted beers upgraded and priced high With fancy funny names like moet dom pee and crystal
Pistols blazing like the old west that created this mess
In the 21st century pandering revolutionaries doing impressions of the 60s and 70s and Hollywood's missing them
Time locked and shell shocked gotta cop the latest reeboks
Cultural Eunuchs can't get it up for liberation
Liberation is intimidating to some and she don't want no minute man
And you barren Sarahs laugh and giggle too much to understand the sun in man
Label me a loose brother for being intellectually promiscuous
But never can you call me Cultural Eunuch
Though at times camouflage becomes necessary
Potent !See !Men!
Bursting through the prophylactic of mind control tactics
And they are all virgin mind
Having never been touched by master mind
Just carefully planted abiding
