There's a calmness to the air of the trailer park
As the dumpster in the back slides to the right
Underneath is where our Super Hero has his lair
And where adventure starts out every night
For years now it's been the same old routine
Belches as he wobbles to his feet
Throws the remote down on the beer stained couch
Scratches his rear at the same time picking his teeth
Yes, the night belongs to Beer Belly Batman
Who spends his time fighting petty crime
From spitting on the sidewalkers to mouth full of food talkers
Putting them back in their place and back in line
Sure he used to be a top notch crime fighter
Evil forces he always did foil
But after years and years of beating crime up
The beating on him has taken its toll
If the neighbors music is to loud feel free to call him
Nothing he likes better than knocking heads of unruly kids
Hey Punk!Pull Your Pants Up! Is his favorite motto...
Giving Super Hero Wedges like nobody's biz
I don't know about you but this much is true
I always feel a little more safe and sound
And sleep that that much better at night
Knowing there's a White Trash Super Hero around
Rules, policies and conflicts imprison you.
Protest and righteousness freed you.
In America, we called it segregation.
Twisted words of countries like South Africa called it Apartheid.
Separation of the races accepted as legal at a certain time.
What about injustice that makes ANY race feels correct?
But like that old saying goes, things changes with time.
Which Nelson Mandela you eventually saw within your life time.
It's always those that faced the harshness of trouble that's the most forgiving.
And many of times, it's the innocent prisoner.
While holding onto no grudge.
You stood strong against those that refused to change.
In America that's still a familiar ring.
Ghandi, King and hold and others fought with words.
Similar to the qualities and traits of our Lord Jesus.
It's always the peacekeepers that showcase the hate.
While the supporters of wars stay quiet silently supporting the crime.
So, so long Nelson.
God's waiting for your soul.
You serve your purpose.
You serve your goal.
Nelson Mandela, son of the motherland.
You will always be remember, as a good man.
Another diagnosis, another consequence
For a crime which I didn’t commit
Punishment for actions I tried to forget
But even with my proclaimed innocence, at
Twenty-one years old I still remain
I’ve been wrongly convicted, do you think
I asked to be trapped, to become
Another victim of a monster’s dirty hands?
Do you think I didn’t panic when I heard him
Lock me in? When
I heard the sound of the deadbolt click?
Why are you acting like it’s me who’s
The monster? I’m nervously
Explaining, “I swear I’m not heartless.”
Another gift given to me by the trauma
Another piece of me he has stolen
Shouldn’t be defending myself against
Another social stigma, as if the ones
I fight now aren’t enough of a burden.
“She lies, she’s unstable, her personality’s
I’m stuttering and desperate to explain
But they can’t look past the misconception
Always so focused on the drug addiction
They don’t look at me, instead they stare at
The issues they’ve blamed on daddy, the
Disordered eating or the PTSD and
Now they’re dissecting my personality.
That broken outline of my body, imprinted
On that frozen, cold garage concrete
The body which continues to haunt me,
The voices in the scale shouting insults
Whenever I eat and could break me just by
Displaying three numbers on its screen
And these chemically loaded syringes I’ve
Willingly allowed to control me, an
Addiction that refuses to let me be
[ Free ]
Crossed the border, on the line
"Just love me, love me."
Everyones looking for wealth and always have they hand out for more
but what's a dollar to success if you morally poor?
what's the point of being a king without respect for the throne?
why say you independent, when you can barely hold your own...
ya called me out and said "He stopped writing with passion"
"He's writing for a deal, hasn't been the same since "They Keep Asking"
Mentally I'm basking...taking in the sun
closing my eyes at night, dreaming about what I might become.
I'm figuring out all my mistakes while drawing a few plans
strengthening up my posture, so I can be the model of a grown man.
Life's a bitch and I'm patiently waiting to met her, imma dress to the nine,
with pistol when I greet her!
cause she's taken every bit of my sanity and soul
shes left me for dead at the end of casualty road
but this I definitely know, I hate her but owe her one
it was her challenges she threw me that made me who I've become.
I'm in touch with my demons and have conversations with the monster
any obstacle in my way, I so easily conquer!
Look up when I walk, confident when I talk
got up from the crime scene and cleaned up all the chalk.
Refused to settle for death even when there seemed like no return
God sent me here to guide all who is lost, teach those willing to learn.
Just worry about you, don't live life waiting for others to approve
remember we was built to win, but born to lose.
Society will pick and choose
Very rarely is it acceptant
Forget them and their bullshit, look up and accept your reflection.
- Dougie Simps
Mockery in the streets .
With each atom disintegrating.
With a fierce rage Of defeating while chasing
Without blood shedding
Like a simile to start a poem
I can say I did but never tried.
Took a jump but never a dive.
Just Flittering around
The same ripped up page.
Lights did they dance or sing?
Maybe a lockstep and a drum beat.
Tomorrow is become a prison.
There's no crime in being lonely.
when will all of this go away for gods sake?
do i tell you goodbye,
or end it in this lie?
either way i just want to die.
ive messed up this time.
there is no fixing this crime.
no flipping a dime,
to solve this in prime.
i guess ill just walk away.
i so badly want to stay,
but i know that is not possible in any way.
i-i just domt know what to say.
- a. m. b.
I've told you that I love you a thousand times or more
But you always replied in doubt and disbelief
I was always been convinced my words were nothing but honesty
But I was wrong, you were right
I fooled myself each time those three words slipped out
My punishments have already been given unsparingly
But these wounds are not all from battle as I see many injuries dealt by my own hand
Carrying the sentence for my dishonesty
Branding me a liar
You judged me well I give you that
And for once you did not lie as you do
My plea is guilty but I choose to appeal my case
My crime of not loving you was not my fault alone
For it was you, the mastermind, who did not let me love you at all
You tasted like a Monday morning
not the kind where you drag yourself out of bed
but the kind where you get up
excited for the day.
You tasted like a Tuesday night
watching crime shows
in a snuggie
on the couch.
You tasted like a Wednesday riding lesson
cantering at a wall
that we won't just keep going forever
You tasted like a Thursday
anticipation of the end of the week
watching the seconds tick by
until you're released.
You tasted like a Friday
having all the time in the world.
You tasted like a Saturday morning
and slowly waking up
to the noon-day sunlight
shining through a window.
You tasted like a Sunday
going to church
is right there
Her brains left stains in my clothing
The bullet made it quick, the clean up was sick
My favorite jeans , we just burned them
Lit smokes on the flames and whisked away the dna
To link my hand to the gun, that same very one
He pulled out that night, to take her fucking life
Stabbed with the knife, passed through my flesh in a flash
The crime she had was hopelessness
And all I wanted was for her to know
She fucked with the wrong man
And here I am, re-living it again
Get in the far, we ain't going far
Show up at the dump, what's that sound in the trunk
Kicking and screaming, the tears clearly streaming
The weight of the metal he put in my hand
Heavy enough to sink to the bottom
And I refused.
Torn away from me in a storm, a weight lifted physically
Crack, and one added that'll haunt me all these days
So here's another bottle to your memory
The last seconds we spent together
I your first
And I your last.