ENTITLED & EXPLOITATIVE
Entitled & exploitative
Unbridled & falsely stated
Machiavellian
The mean just never ends
You told me all my life
You can not bluff
Look at you now
When it’s on the line
I’ve had enough
Like Iago
Swayed Othello
Yo Yo Ma-ma
She bows yr cello
Her little darlings
They’ve been carefully twisted
Oh they’re perfectly charming
Til there isn’t a witness
The grand facade
The full catastrophe
You told me all my life
You can not bluff
Look at you now
When it’s on the line
i’ve had enough
Your truth is a lie
Hell it’s always been
A wink & a nod
And a means to an end
Unjust
Pious father
Won’t you set yr scapegoats free?
Like freedom rising over Selma
With all deliberate speed
They’ll rob ya
By tribunal
Even mob you
At yr mother’s funeral
Sociopathic?
Well they’re thoroughly canny
We’re rolling post-traumatic
Welcome to the family
(This American family
This American family
Our All-American family)
All rise!
Here come the babyfaced tyrants!
AMERICAN RECKONING
Tell me don’t you wonder
Just how much damage?
The flooding we’ll be under
When this evil thing is through
If the levees finally blow
I’m gonna sing my songs in Spanish
Underground for the Black Brown
Red white & blue
And the caravans too
Welcome to The Occupation
The rising of the new plantation
Brought to you in full caucasian
By Nazis and
Fox & Friends
Am i all alone?
Can i get a witness here?
Have they cracked the code
And blown it open wide?
I’m gonna tell it to you plain
At the rate this thing is headed
You’ll see Crystal Night celebrated
On the 4th of July
Fox has got the hen house swearing
Allegiance to the wolf eyes glaring
To lift the flight of trump’s red herrings
(Red herrings....red herrings)
Change
Things are gonna change
Things are gonna change someday
And I think of Dr. King
And hope he has not seen
The shipwreck we’ve become
This blighting of
The sun
Inside us all
But i’ll say the reckoning is at hand
God knows the reckoning is at hand
An American reckoning
It is at hand
BLACK SHEEP
Black sheep, black sheep
You’ve been suffering the golden child
Don’t think
Don’t speak
Either way you’ll be denied
Black sheep, black sheep
Take it from one who’s tried
Cease & desist
Save yourself the crime
And the truth teller
Must be opposed
So what dwells in the cellar
Won’t get exposed
Gaslight gaslight
They’ve been
Twisting up yr mind
Yeah you’re right
To fight
But all
History will be revised
Black sheep, black sheep
This is how they
Get their thrills
Don’t think
They’ll blink
Hoping that you lose the wheel
And the truth teller
Shall be scapegoated
While the smell from the cellar
Grows hard not to notice
Scapegoat scapegoat
Welcome to the USA
Broke as a joke
Babies thrown in a cage
And the simian groupthink
Soon turns on another
Go ask any shrink
What it does to the othered
HALF CROW JIM
I was born into
The great southern wild
My father a slaver
My mother his child
They stormed through the curtains
And ripped her away
A gift for the recently widowed
Doc Graves
Laughed it all off
As a bad Penny tossed
And agreed his wife needed
A real diamond cross
Mary Eloise Larkin
Just adored her new broach
Pastor Glenn deemed him
A man beyond reproach
I’ve been left beaten
Just pleading in the dirt
Told to stop bleeding
Told not to hurt
Face deep in okra
Til i lost my lip
You can look to the sky boy
But you bow to the whip
Now at his casket
I serve by her side
And leaning
As if to ask it
She commands that I cry
“An uppity bastard
An ungrateful son
This utter disaster
After all that we’ve done”
Now the constable grinned
As he spread his tale
Said “The slave in old Jim
Put a white man in jail”
FLUTTERER (by Jamie Smith)
Little flutterer little flutterer
Inside of me
Little one plucked from the dandelion tree
Inside undercooked
Served up to me
Oh my lovely little mystery
I wait by the river for the basket to float down
A hundred or a million years
I'll wait around
I’ve heard you
I’ve seen you
But not with human ears or eyes
It's a modern disguise
A mystery
Oh little one plucked from the mystery tree
And I have already died for you
And I have already been blamed for you
And I am already saved by you
It's hard to be human
It's hard to be free
Though you will be an American
Don’t believe what they say
It's a lucky one truly
Who lives for the day
And if you are an American
They'll put you away
And tell you you're free in leg irons & chains
And they'll try and they'll try to take out your brains
And then melt them all down to fuel warships & planes
And then give you some pills because they think you’re insane
But you can make the decision to throw them all down the drain
And I have already done that for you
And I have already fallen for you
And I have already fought them for you
And I have already lost them for you
And I have had my back broken for you
And I have had my heart shattered for you
And I have gone insane for you
And I have already changed for you
So you don’t have to
Little flutterer little flutterer
Inside of me
Oh little one plucked from the mystery tree