'Last First': A Poem
by D Shannahan
Its lonely at the top
We stay on the bottom
Like a top spinnin
God given God's gift to me,
The son come like a thief in the night
But aint packin no gun
Catch me on Market
Or rappin in front the gum wall
Givin my all
Livin one for all
But as Young Sole said,
Its all for one none for y'all.
I been part of y'all since the system dissed my spirit with vaccines.
Its flight or fight we climb the latter
Stairway to heaven can't climb it with a million hair bands-
Or modern day copycat trap acts
Trap ya brain in a headband
Braided like the Natives
Yeah I'm a pain sufferer
Not a connoisseur or a blood entrepreneur.
We burn the cattle
Until it smell like manure-
Enough to make these motherfuckers realize their power
Picked ourselves ourselves
What is it? What is it?
Suicide can't curb this hell...
Yuppies come to Seattle to ride the ducks and duck underground for the tour
I'm raised in prophecy-
Give the grain to my ancestors
Reap the benefit of the casket's mummy tape
Maybe I'll record a dummy tape
So these sheep can crash and survive
Throw away their favorite pastimes
And gain an insight that surpasses time
Shoutout to Sole you don't even live once
In the belly of the beast I'm creating an ulcer.
A 211 got me goin
Bring me the devil-
I'll drink wine from his severed horns
You know this country was built on the backs of the slaves-
Blood of the sufferer
Go on, mourn
Just know the solution aint more malls and corn based products.
Fuck potatoes, sugar, coffee and tobacco...
Tearin up the matrix like your paranoid ass does credit cards.
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