Dalek

And/or

Dalek


Hazy clouds loom over urban landscape 
Watch the broken man speak broken words that vibrate. 
You can watch my people die at a high rate... 
(They) Concerned with shiny things, 
And thick ass hips that gyrate 
I kept my mind straight for quarter century 
As so-called Mc's spit rhymes from nurseries 
It's irking me as I wander woeful path of poverty 
How they eying me and have no respect for poetry 
Pure anger keeps building internal, 
Liquid language to manage my mental 
Topple holy temples, 
Await the brimstone with open arms 
Bloody palms I smear on psalms to keep me calm 
Fallen icons reborn on local access stations 
Promise salvation for only $2.99 
Turn water to wine 
Give sight to the blind 
But all in due time.... All in due time... 
Fractured paradigm speaks in broken circles 
Secular men, though wise, 
Haven't digested verbals. 
I gaze through glazed eyes that view me as indigent. 
Innocence lost by last tribe of dirty life 
My meaning's between my left lung and my mic 
You listen too close to these rhymes I recite 
Ignite thoughts in those thought gone 
But a pawn who upset the whole scheme. 
Message in morphine. 

And or live? 
And or die? 
And or breath? 
And or die? 

I speak from soured milkcrates verses thrown to fate 
Thought you could recognize what once were the breaks 
Mindstate irrate as I wander aimlessly 
One to the head could end this painlessly 
Shamelessly I speak to self on street corners 
Handed change as street performer 
Coronors pack morgues like clubs 
As kids pack their guns 
Cause everyone wants to outshine the Sun 
As night ends at dusk 
Forgot which truth to trust 
In midst of getting bent your iron will turns rust 
Stand at cusp of changing earth 
Remain amongst the dirt 
Quench thirst with viscous red liquid 
Reality shifted in different existence 
Your fiction sells millions 
My truth waits to die 
I arrive with bloodshot eyes where I was never welcomed 
Seldom speak in complete sentence 
Thoughts kept condensed 
Connect with essence of entire subculture 
Physical still tortured 
Mental nurtured in nocturne 
I watch them watch me out of corner of eye 
Pupils dilate 
I speak ancient daleks 
Emote traits of my forefathers 
Travel further back to days of drums 
When chants spoken not sung 
Heavily hung 
Upon ancient tounge. 

And or live? 
And or die? 
And or breath? 
And or die?