Rock Bottom Rhymin'

I'm just a rap rhymin' junkie
Over the top, rock bottom
ramblin' flunkie rollin' money
wrappin' ones, snortin' twenties
Chasin' my last line with another
Racin' with a double shot of somethin' tougher
A bump n' grind lover
Burn a line, blow another

An introspection injection
Straight to the vein
lightin' ya up, easin' the pain
with an easy flow
a seedy come and go
a junkie ya all seen
but none'uh ya know

Molly, lolli!
She got me
Grinding my teeth
Rhymes in my mind when I sleep
Tip of the key to my tongue
it's bitter but I'm young
Lazers like glitter
got me comin' undone

Alliterate to obliterate
End rhymes and slants
Beaten with repeatin' consonance
An addiction that can't be beat
Just a rhyme junkie gettin' high
Thinkin' he bringin' heat
Mad rants of a bum on the street
Rocks ova' rum, and call'uh complete

Can't name too many poetic devices
Chasin' too many synthetic powder vices
It's been a rocky road
Would I have started had I known?
My first hit and that was all,
That was it
Felt like 'Sand Below My Feet'
As I met defeat, a fire was lit
That was all, that was it

Now it's sparks and butane couplin' afternoon
With bubblin' spoons and risin' blood moons
Trouble n' doom in spinnin' rooms
I just can't quit
These rhymes, I'm hooked on it
Just gimme... one... last... hit...

Lovin' gunnin' wantin' more, gettin' less
Stumblin' tumblin' on the floor I'm a mess
Rumblin' thumpin' this poor heart in my chest
Huffin' Puffin' runnin' short on breath
(thinkin', grinnin', that rhymes with meth)
Fumblin' crumplin' Evermore, Angel of Death?

Nah, just another rhyme junkie
pressin' his luck to the test
Now, bow ya head and pay
some respect to the wretch
Say it slow:
May his soul pay the toll and be ever blessed
And may his rhymes take control of ya soul
and see that ya never rest
when ya pen and paper
Get together to do the press
Amen, God bless

Babe Bartender

Californ' at Warren and High

Clouds marchin, blue sky 

makin' ya wish ya could fly

Stoppin in, stopping by 

Plaid, Vans'n Cap'n on my mind 😉

Tacos too! Days like dreams

Fireball with Duvall on the screens

It's perfection it seems!

Heaven's here

Or Hell is the place to be!

Three feet of concrete

'tween you and me

But from where I sit, 

Girl, I like what I see!

Life flowing, lights glowin'

No where to be goin'

Takin' time'n rhymin'

With a little buzz that's climbin'

Maybe by now you're blushin'

But I'm just havin' fun n'

Comin' up with things to say

'Fore I close the tab

And get goin' on my way

Squeezing limes n' scribblin' lines, 

neon signs of the times

Steel guitars and barnwood pines

Got me feelin' better than fine 

Señoritas pourin' margaritas

Sippin', Tippin, 

Trippin' slippin'

I keep askin'

'Man, what's she drinkin'?'

I must be trippin'

But really I'm just playin'

Never knowin' what I'm really saying!

Just teasin' and cheesin'

On a day made for seize'n!

Ages 18 to 29

A War for the ages 

Ages 18-29 that is

Boys turned to men

And men turned to bodies

Bodies turned to heroes

No names, just 1s, and lots of zeroes

Youth and life come and gone

21 guns and their song

Storms from the north

Bringing Winter winds

Guns of August fire 

through November

And you people won't remember

Ya promise once more to never forget

But another war is all we ever get 

Chew 'em up, spit 'em out

Grind 'em to grit

Take the fruit, leave the pit

Brined and dead inside

When ya hear that battle cry 

Look through the propaganda pride

And call 'em out
Call 'em out where they lied

Honor the fallen, 

forget why they fell

Big Sam callin' 'em up

Sending his boys straight to hell

Missin' his legs, but, my neighbor's "doin well"

Fighting war for ages

Tombstones and unwritten pages

Jaws ripped off their faces

Blood dripped, tracing panicked paces

Living with scars nothin' erases.

Soldiers mistreated and abused

Fooled by "duty" and 

the entertainment we call news

Fighting for a win

When the plan is to lose

Tempt 'em with loot

Got em signin' without a clue

Teach 'em to shoot at what they see on the late night news

Now hear 'em sing the empty boot blues.

We call them heroes and
pretend the fight is for freedom

But never stop to ask

What's with all these wars?

Do we really need 'em?

Once again it's time

To remember the fallen

Ghosts of Tonkin' still callin'

Hidin' Ghadaffi's coffin, stallin'

Horrors still hauntin'

It's a web we're caught in

Countin' the wars our

Boys've fought in

And for all our fightin'

All their writhin' dyin'

Its only claps and closed traps

The support we're supplyin'

WOAR

Whatta we got when we look around?
The sky a color like the ground?
Rumble and crack the sound?
A whisper when allowed?
A funny lookin' cloud?
Men marchin' proud?
A bomb in a crowd?
History plowed?
When it's gone,
Will we say?
What now?
What more?
MORE!

It's the war for more
Folded flags knockin at the door
Movin money to the rich from the poor
Tune in at 11 for more
plus the Buckeye's score!
with just a dash of blood, and a little gore
writers dreams to ya tv screens
it's the war for more, now in HD
with stars fit to lead!

In the jungle heat, bare feet
trampled and beat
looking from the street
To concrete castles risin'
On the backs of slaves and vassals
as peaks on the horizon
Towers to a God who never speaks
For our climbin' all we do
Is fancy fightin' n dyin'
Longin' for the lives we keep denyin'

Corrupt and covered in rust
Bridge collapse, perhaps
Lead in the water pumpin'
from the hoop-jumpin'
people ya trust
And if the bombs don't boom
The economy goin' bust

Metal birds criss cross skyin'
Last thing you'd think'd be flyin
Ordinance drop got
foreign mothers cryin'
Barack, Carter and bunch'uh lyin'

2016 and we see the machine
Hummin' n runnin' clean
Grease the gears, grind the meat
The devil bent to level
The people on every
corner and street
Mission accomplished, Boy
Never complete

Some say
we should've stayed
Truth is we never left
Syria, Iraq,
Gulf to Gulf, we're going back
Billions for bombs and flak
Arming both sides and sittin' back
Watchin' em go tit for tat
While the people live with rats
The board room claps
with a smile and laugh
seeing revenue right on track
The Almighty Economy
Baby she's coming back!

And so what if millions
burn in the desert heat
Under the rumble and crack
Shells fallin' and bodies burned black
It just the woar for moar
Putting the pedal to the floor
White wash the blood, cover the gore
Paint the people as tribal and poor
Savage and nothin' more

Dollar signs on the mind
And broadcast designs
Learn your party lines!
We're The Good Guys This Time
Red and Blue, policy aligned

Shits burnin', creakin', and collapsing
While you reading lies, and yappin'
Blowin' powder and dancin'
Is there a chance'n
Hell they'll sell
Something you won't buy?
A time you'll refuse
To work til ya die?

Slaves built the pyramids
But you put concrete in the sky
Grinding ya feet til ya die
Working for a guy
Who's gonna water the desert
Til your well runs dry
You never gonna stop to ask why?

You ain't gonna tread the flood
Got ya head buried in the mud
TV left ya brain dead,
Hardly pumpin' blood
It's a popular club
Just kick back, unwind
Tune into ya favorite drug

Drones and satellite trackin'
White guys on stage rappin'
More frackin' fresh water jackin'
And gas clouds even
Got the white folk cough'n'hackin'
Ghost cities and more concrete stackin'
Mountain tops missin' and green rivers blackn'd
And I gotta know
How the fuck did it all happen?

Maybe no one gives a fuck
And its all just Trump, Clinton, and clappin'
while on goes one more war for more after another
Isis in Toyotas and Hummers
Sam's flags in the hands of their gunners
Trade war under the floor,
oil down and investors out the door
Schemes of banker dreams tearing apart at the seams
And ya running from
the screams to the screens
you plug in and ask for more!
A facade protecting you from Ahmad
While our boys settle the score.
And ya job lands off shore
Somewhere North of Singapore

It doesn't make sense!
This ignorance!
It ain't bliss, you're pissed
But you're criss crossed
At a loss for what to do
Or who to trust
Worn by war, boom, and bust
You gonna stand up, say enough?
Or follow the crowd to the cliff,
bend, break, and be crushed?
Man, why you keep lookin' at that TV
For someone to trust?