The world is flat,
but after that,
what else to do we have,
but to fall off the side and never look back,
so we take nothing over something,
because god forbid this apathetic culture
could ever find within it
anyone willing to take that first step
to attain anything, to make anything
So there’s no adventure
but here it’s clear that fear
supersedes a life fully lived
when conversely, to converse
with the world would undoubtedly
generate prosperity from within the community.
But we’re too scared to succeed
and so we simply let the world bleed
out, though I couldn’t tell you how
your indifference reached the veins
of interconnectivity, but it seems that
we bled that bitch dry.
Yeah, ‘bled that bitch dry’,
but why do we even talk that way?
like consciousness to bring this
language shaped by the white male
up for sale to the diversity
that mocks it’s own differentiation
buy paying good currency
in the form of years spent
shedding tears to finally save enough
to spot the pot enough to call a bluff,
that turned out to be three red aces plus two on the board.
So you ask me ‘what’s the word?’
and I tell you it’s whatever the fuck I made it,
cause I’m white and we might fight
a bit, shit, or you might just throw a fit,
until you realize I’m just further pointing out,
the hypocrisy in me to explain what I’m talking about.
You see, this white male
from the currency monetarily nada
has gotta lotta problems with the structure of the sentence,
but this is all I have to convey my point,
and so I’m already a part of the system;
another priest in the church of bad faith,
ready and yet unwilling to
anoint further droves into the flock.
So I use words and I embrace
the negative implications that I can’t erase,
hoping that people see the meaning,
not the letter arrangement,
and just understand what I meant.
So the world is a broken place
but only in relation to a blueprint
that a few went out of their way to prepare
for no other reason than to show that they care.
Meanwhile I’m over here
looking to clear the air
between you guys over there,
not realizing that the debris
can’t be anything other than
whatever you want it to be.
I mean that essentially of course;
we define the world and so it seems
that seams pulled on had really
only fooled us into isolation in the first place.
It seems that this is why we adhere
to these unspoken rules that keep you over there
and hold me in place right here,
even though the only possible reason left,
is that we take nothing over just about anything,
and so we stagnantly transcend into no-thing instead of something.