Kamikaze

Blast from the past –

Keeping my ass running fast to avoid the die cast.

I’ve seen Them harass, heard Them laugh, even caught Them in the act.

I’ve done the math, walked the high path, but I still finish last.

Something is wrong –

Never feeling at home even when They sing that sweet song.

These muscles ain’t strong enough to keep forcing myself along.

This body has only enough energy to stay and fight, or get gone.

But it’s futile –

Staying nor leaving Them would never be worth our while.

We’re trapped, forever forced to follow Big Man’s style.

He keeps us lost like a child in the wild without so much as a soothing Black & Mild.

It’s all control –

He and They are the Masters of Old trying to maintain Their oppressive hold

on us to keep the ball on the roll so Their pockets stay filled with gold.

If you refuse to pay the toll, you will be gone, but your story will remain…untold.

Fucking bullshit –

Lying through Their teeth, and They’re knowing it.

Knowing that we’re all in the same shitty boat, and scared of rowing it.

Learned to grow with it, and flow with it, but I ain’t ever showing it.

They can blow me –

They dangle the reward before us like we’re stupid and cheap

because we’re tools to Them, used for Their benefits to reap.

Open your eyes and see that They don’t want us to be free.

It’s just too late –

They’ve sealed our fate long before its expiration date.

Our chance to vacate was gone when They caged us behind the Iron Gate.

There’s only one way to retaliate when the world is in such a desperate state.

I tell you this –

That slice of bliss is just another diss from the venom in the Devil’s kiss.

The lies are poisonous, but are they contagious?  The consensus screams yes.

He’ll finally understand Karma is true justice when we bring Them all down with us.