THIS RAT RACE

© Breeze Vincinz

Is this ground sacred or scared?
Has this blood been spilled or received?
Are these demands or prayers?
Are they written or heard or seen?

Who gave authority to authorities?
Aren’t they too authorized?
Did the sisters forget about the fraternity?
Did the brothers forget to be civilized?

Am I in theory or history?
Am I in sad or misery?
Am I going down blistering?
And if so would you help me?

Is it my free will not to use it?
Have you turned myth into religion?
Can you find what wasn’t lost yet?
Is our life weighed by it’s contrition?

Do my shoes predetermine my path?
And if they’re $12.99 could I still dunk?
In this rat race who will be the last?
And if it was me would you give a fuck?

Am I in theory or history?
Am I in sad or misery?
Am I going down blistering?
And if so would you help me?

Am I floating or falling?
Am I screaming or calling
your name, your game your fame?
And if so would you help me?

Hot dogs and pepper mint
Afro juice and jumbo shrimp
Potato chips and thorny flowers
Grandmothers and golden showers
Basketballs and holy lands
Man-made witches and men with plans
Men with guns and men with ropes
Neglected gods losing their hope
Celibate Christians and utter lies
Warm milk and butterflies

Who’s the whore, who’s the john?
Her problem if his dick gets hard?
Who lost more than they really need?
Waste of poison or waste of seed?

Does my shirt predetermine my path?
In this rat race who will be the last?
Does my cheap shirt change my luck?
And if it did would you give a fuck?

Am I in theory or history?
Am I in sad or misery?
Am I going down blistering?
Am I calling or screaming?

your name, your game your fame?
And if so would you help me?

Am I in theory or history?
Am I in sad or misery?
Am I going down blistering?
And if so would you help me?

Am I floating or falling?
Am I screaming or calling
your name, your game your fame?
And if so would you help me?