They set at each others’ throats with promise and pride
I’m Mike Vick without a dog in the fight, vice grip
With the trauma supplied, it’s like this type sick with demonic surprise
Wanderers wondering soon Dishonor and die
Pondering why we keep consuming, it seems inhuman
The globe we scurry over is left a steaming ruin
We worry ‘bout graffiti like it foreshadows something worse
But the poison is a cash for home signs upon my turf
Improve the neighborhood and soon it’s unaffordable
Trendy spots for out of towners sipping cordial
Investment properties, some win the best monopoly
Trust falls follow handshakes bereft of honesty
But where do locals go when mortgage payments go for broke
Big bank taking little bank, so alone
Note a stone unturned it’s probably the gunfire
Keeping gentrifiers clear from all the slum’s wired
Tough on crime, turn a blind eye to drunk driver
People act alert but in truth only some find us
Amongst titans we struggle, but it’s one sided
It takes an oligarch to hold the dart and fund MIdas
Cause nowadays powerplays are all the dour crave
Let the furor die down and not a brow is raised
And on the third day they resurrect the Reich again
Distort the history books to give a righteous bent
And all the rules we were told don’t apply to them
Too much money invested and that’s the might of men
I try to pen something, hoping to spark a fire
Killer cops stay paid and victims slip in dark attire
Only after years pass does footage get released
So what part of my sanity is left to keep?
If you build it, they will come and take it all away
Amazon trucks ruin roads rocking Jersey plates
Kurtis doing Blow with Bezos, so the tax breaks
The game is rigged for the people who already won
Building mazes for us, posing gracious so they let us run
Take the sacrificial lamb and they just let bled it numb
It makes me cringe, watching giant pairs of scissors up
A government official poses for the ribbon cut
Maybe a golden shovel planting trees in abandoned lots
A year later the saplings are dead and that’s the cost
Everything is for effect, got the optics right
Want to care about it all, the talk is not tonight
Let’s authorize Alexa, give her the invite
To listen, to every word we ever speak at midnight
Got a phone, but it seems the phone has got us
Too sneaky to bother with a pop up
Not alone when the app has dialed in the life I lead
Where I am, who I’m nearby, the price of need
The times I log into an app to see if the dune has shifted
A watcher of the grains, laying in the noose just twitching
A future prison big brother business supervision
We are famous ones with lights they shine the new religion
We’re too submissive but they’ve got me line and sinker
Dosing out the hearts, likes, and shares, climbing quicker
Maybe by the river, in a van, is better for me
But everywhere I look I see another fetter forming
The weather’s storming a power outage is coming soon
But look at Texas prices when the grid begat the tomb
People die, nobody cares because the money’s made
And we fight each other digging deep the muddy grave
Cunning ways divide and conquer and we play the role
Virginia bowling alleys, Bubbachuck, conduct the way of moles
credits
from Multitudes Vol. 1,
released March 20, 2023
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Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
