The fascination of interpretation.

Anger forged poetical forms of flipping the bird 

a smith that uses hot-tempered words

that says fuck the crows that attack those unheard

that don't follow the crow'ded herds

the dead feasters, that passed away anything of self to learn

no soul to urn, nothing earned, as body's burned.

The death of free speech often comes from the meek

as they care more about their reps, as their obviously feeling weak

for God doesn't fear the Devil or his heat

he gave us freewill to choose to where we retreat

but how can we choose a door when the halls are just walls 

covered with concrete with blankets on the floor for the poor

while they enlarge their spreadsheets, that hide behind law

for how can we beat the odds when we can't even break even 

then turn around and bitch slap Oliver for asking for more

gruel from the cruel  that continues to play with war

a deathly reward to silence the bored 

that voice that the game of life is more then we can afford

how can we be right when we can't write what's freely abhorred

or adored, for every positive has a negative and every negative has a cause

for righteous applause, for who knows what the future has in store

or who will end up wielding the molten words poured into swords 

for interpretation is liberation a freedom to be explored

not something torn by the scorned

that saw what they had a right to see but not complete to see

completely a deadly drawn thorn 

for it's just interpretation, artistically born. 

A disc shaped mirror.

One race multi-paced bragging about shoes unlaced 

while the human soul is slipping of wars copy pasted

'big dicks' cum basted come taste this, in battle grounds wasted

politicians only master the baiting of no more mating 

while we're asking, why does together feel outdated, hated

Iran-Israel India-Pakistan Thailand-Cambodia, 25 already in a trench dug ditch

even entertainment with the US-UK battling the rap shit

I love lyrical poets but not when it's already all over the journalists lips

we learn from leaders unrated where without a gang can't come face this

no self written code just an army written list of words spoken with a lisp

no conviction just flex on rolling with convicts that never miss

rule with fear no respect, I say F the ear of speculative hits

where they seem to busy with playing battleships

give me escape from personnel pits, not a reiteration of holes that coffins dip

one category multi-story bragging about shoes unlaced on beats retraced

how many times are we going to hear the same old gory of battle lines misplaced 

by the flexing egotistical headcases that only lift drugs measured by weight 

hold up, wait, gotta sniff a gram of this 

only pull up for a shoot-out not to lift themselves or others out the pistol grips

hate listening to the I'm gangster shit, need evolution on the rappers grit

from the over sensitive throwing physical fits over a dis

since when did the genre give power to a bitch

used to be about real world shit like getting shot in the back real personnel hits 

and come out swinging in the booth to make the other quit

to get buried in the abyss, socially dismissed 

since Tupac and Biggie they twisted it to rap it, aiming for the Ritz 

that was some personnel shit only between Pac and Big 

until they saw profit in making the east v west to make Suge and Diddy rich

and we all know what Diddy did with his

the same as the politicians did with their desert island discs

just saying the mirror between entertainment and reality is some real world shhh

can't talk about that list, that doesn't even exist.

The percentile of societal decline.

 Lust for the nice side leaves a target open-wide

for the wrong will always find with no way to hide

90 doing it right comes with the 10 that falls to the grind

the 10 that's used to beat you down always on remind

the you they define, as the 90 resets to 0 that gets redesigned 

as a fake climb to a pre-emptive decline to fall behind.

Lust for the selfish wants comes with ready excuses

where occasional rights hide the many uses

90 doing it wrong comes with the 10 that seduces 

the 10 that's "aww they be trying" that hide the many bruises 

that's them redefined, as the 90 resets to 0 to condone what many produces

an ego with many uses.

If the first is the aim 

either get used to mistakes that'll claim your name 

or you can give in to the blame and become one of the same

or you can stay away with yourself and learn to value your brain

before you lose yourself to the shame

and only find joy in the addiction of an unreal game.