Tookie to Tikrit

In 10 hours and 16 minutes, Stanley Williams will be put to death. 

In 54 hours and a few minutes, Iraqi citizens will begin to vote. 

A gangsta, a thug, a nigga will die a martyr        &

A Sunni, a Sh'ite, a Kurd will live an ideal         

Both be symptomatic of how we humans decide our fate as well as others. 

Both be born of a process that seeks justice through unjust means. 

Both, comedic in their tragedy. 

Both, shocking in their realism. 

Both irrelevant to the average American's day. 

So easy to care about neither circumstance. 

So cryptic to engage either's significance. 

How unsettled both shall read, a textual rememberance. 

How anxious both shall figure, a dreadful augury. 

In ten hours the state will kill 

Tookie. 

In 54 hours the polls will open in 

Tikrit. 

Intro to an End

Wow, to be here now, talking to you

bout this

I'v heard a few lyrics

stole a few rhymes 

But I never felt

so behind the times

Can't watch the game

without feeling shame

#blacklivesmatter

#OscarsSoWhite

I live the bohemian lifestyle 

Words can't bring me down

To definitions I never wrote

Yet understood

To mean I was beautiful 

We all care what others think

No reason to make a stink

We've come so far 

Let's enjoy the brink

Staring down always felt more natural than

looking up

To yous I'm just thug

A Tax Platform

This ain't class warfare 

My platform is for societal welfare

And before you say socialist nigga

Read my lips

I'm talkin all new taxes

Like every good capitalist

Man can make what he make

Just can't take what he take

So if that is your first take:

Than I'm a commie bastard

And a vote for me would be a disaster 

Then you better stop listening 

Lest I Change your mind

As I speak on design 

And how we've all bought in

To fucking toeing the line

Ain't about believing lies

Or speaking truths 

But building roofs 

Providing shelter

Meeting needs

Because

If it bleeds it feeds

And

It will bleed to feed

So it will come for yours if you don't give it some

And now day it seems like none. 

Taxes are what built the Roman Empire

Don't care what gibbon say

I'v never read him anyway

It's when they stopped paying taxes

That empire fell

Come on people it ain't 

Hard to tell 

[ A Tax Platform ]