"i don't want to rule or conquer anyone;
  i should like to help everyone if possible —
  jew, gentile, black man, white
  we all want to help one another;
  human beings are like that."

charlie chaplin wrote these words for
"the great dictator" a political satire  
the nazis didn't want to hear anymore
but the dictator's speech went viral

in a wehrmacht's cinema, partisans of tito
made fun of ****** and exchanged
a propaganda-film for chaplin's video
an audience of nazis raged

a flash of fun in a "*****" led by
insane murderers on stimulants

*

mr. chaplin i do thank you for
your outcry emerging from
human tragedy.

good bye...

R.I.P. Charles Spencer Chaplin
✞ December 25th 1977

God bless you.

the ****** of another black male
riots, looting and shooting
divides states of america
a crying statue of liberty

the constitution is a shallow bible
some cops are praying before killing
executions of sworn-in hands
invisible dirt on their fingers

blood is dripping from these lines
this ain't a poem, ya feel me?
autoranking be irrelevant today
justice is, and chauvin has to pay

his name is short for chauvinism:
a belief in national superiority
this inhumane being is self-obsessed
he is not a cop but a killer

when will it all finally stop?
this flood of violence
bring it to an end!
chauvin's knees are a weapon

and he's abused it for too long
put him behind bars, punish him
george, you are in heaven now
surrounded by air: now you can breathe

in memoriam to you
much colorblind love
R.I.P. George Floyd
✞ May 25th, 2020

gökhan is turkish
it means: ruler of heaven

first time i met you:
september 3rd 1993
first day at school

we looked at each other
we wanted to sit together
we became friends

how sturdy you were
people always thought you
were much older
but me?

i had a babyface
hated my babyface
wanted to look older due to my
fatherless childhood
always wanted to be my own dad
wouldn't work though

so gökhan became my daddy
father figure and protector
i looked up to you my man

ruler of heaven

six years later you died of cancer
i rushed to the hospital
countryside germany

when entering your room
aware of your death
i saw your stiff body

and you were smiling
i will never forget that
gökhan

an african-turk growing
up in germany 1990s
called gökhan tatchouop
lost the battle against cancer
sixteen years old

and he really died with a smile
because he was a good man
who did the right thing

as i get older year by year
i could be gökhan's dad by now

you're with me

may ayim
african-german
poetess
essayist

co-established the
term "black german"
decades ago

until then germans would
call a person of color a "neger"
(and too many still do so)

however one
of the most inspiring
talents
took her own life:

august 9
1996

that's it.

god bless you
may ayim

The blue briefcase made of lead
Is floating in the sky of scent
News are pouring down
The rude ones are in charge
Army of fineliners

Don't ask questions
A gang of children robbed us of
Answers
Like a gold watch from the wrist
In Rio

It's all quiet
Nobody is screaming anymore
Since then life's been sliding down
To the ground
Depth of a lake

Nobody got hurt
Videos of a hail of bombs
Who got hurt?
Chatting about the deceased

Innocence is yawning while running
It lost its face
Blind geriatrics are limping ahead
On the hunt for innocence

it's cold in here
red frost, cowboys are shivering
worn-out guys

smoky faces
loners
dancing on puddles

slippery floor of memories
posters of dead ghosts on the walls
mirrors don't reflect the cowboys

their shadows are transparent
the piano man takes them on a journey
24/7

orange smoke fills the air, like mist
goons and traitors occupy all tables
a small bar, downtown, silent quarter
whole ones and racks, bagged, airtight

the zippers of the bottega shine golden
24 k, 24/7, creatures of the night who
are made of struggle, gore and greed
deception and loyalty: the brotherhood

hour of the thieves, year of white marble
350 million a year, a neeeedy enterprise
sick profit, blank sheets floating loosely
shark collar and tattoos, loaded *******

sounds of the past in an air breeze, secretly
old butch is swallowing a paper message
leave no traces, mind dem ears and eyes
wild roses and escalades, the night glows

been living in a rehab
fifth day
telling myself: don't relapse


STAY

the ward physician said
to an addict: YOU are going to relapse
anyhow

the chief resident told
me: if you want to have  
the numbness in your
right shin examined
you are free to leave

my reaction was a
calm one

no resentment because
i found something
inside the rehab
in the addict's stories

in their human faces
i found a healing secret

monday next week would
have been my last day
inside the rehab

today i was told by another patient
that he has nothing to lose
anymore

he confessed to me what he
might do very soon

it was horrifying!

i will not write about it

therefore I am going to
leave here today
in the evening i'll be
meeting good-hearted people
who believe in a
power much bigger than
all of us

a good man does the right thing
that's why i want the good in my life

may god bless us all.

i've had it with the writer's block
forced complexes to shut up

just keep on writing
to find my tizzights

Sunlight and Cobwebs
Bars on the windows
Men search for tobacco crumbs
2022 Spider-Men

The greatest battle is against ourselves
Trains shatter words
Crashing over tracks like bombs
Doors close

A door opens
As Koreans fight to the bone
The doorbell rings shrill
2021 Spider-Men dead
One Spider-Man remained

On this one-of-a-kind day
That will never come again
The spider sleeps by day
In the walls near the forest

In the house of the sensitive plant
Whose leaves can’t bear the
sun
The Koreans scream in pain
Shrill rings the elevator bell

Where is Spider-Man?
In May 2022 he asked for a box
To dance

In the room with barred windows
Where men open cigarette butts
Crouching on the floor, smoking
In sunlight and cobwebs

ten minutes ago
i was talking to a woman
whose background i'm
aware of

this woman was pretty and she looked
at me with ****** interest

however: i moved my left arm in
a way that is related to my background as
a fatherless boy

rejection in her eyes the consequence

BUT:

i will never stop to move my arms as i learned moving them
–– precisely this way –– in my childhood

nobody –– male female animal or object –– is able to change this:
i do not need anybody trying.

feel me. that's how i am.

self-acceptance. self-love. courage.

Bunker of the escape key
In the room of fluid walls
Nearby the intersections in realtime
Rain is buzzing through the spirit
Painting vanity made from insanity

I who have nothing
Night seeds under the moonlight
Cursed corners in familiar buildings
The escape key is lost

Did I think I could walk away?
To run away from the ones escaping
Preempting them
In realtime

Hoping for a better tomorrow
To find somebody
Distraction from sorrows
By the intersections in realtime

I who have nothing
Scribbling over paper to forget
Love's another word for revenge

I who have nothing
Lost under miracles I been waiting
The night seeds are bloodred
In fine black soil
By the intersections in realtime

I don't believe in it
Tears from the balcony
These children are a curse
In the belly of the universe

I'm not afraid
Even if they laugh through their teeth
Back to the black cloud
You know where

Read the words
They dissolve in the aquarium
You best shut yo' mouth
Louis Ortgies is dead

Never played the fool
Bone-Bobby sunglasses
Lorenz shining in the West
Once he turned into a flicker

Terraces burned down
The stray dogs just watched
Uninvolved and alert
And so something vanished

In the belly of the universe
Born of children's curses
From the balcony of tears
That’s what I believe in

I lost my way
And got into a maze
Made from steel blocks
Where wild fellas get into
Since they forgot being wild

I was ranging through this maze
Belted by an iceblue sky
In truth a sky of ice
Reflections of sterilely white paths
Squished between the steel blocks

I sat down to relax
Just a nap, Max!
One, two, two thousand, three thousand
I slept deeply

Something happened while sleeping
The maze vanished
The steel melted into flames
The ice flew into the ocean
The white paths got blue
I recognized something
A secret
I'm not gonna tell anyone

In the maze

Away I found myself
Foreign country of patches
Surrounded by memories
In a nightcolored dream basin
I found myself

Wise man said: See
Carrying a ghost in his backpack
From voltgreen life fiber
Freezing marble in the dream basin

Accountants sitting at the edges
Bolt upright rows of wooden chairs
Silently writing on sheets
Incessantly in a hailstorm
I was studying them underwater
Followed their actions with my eyes
Like a toddler learning to walk
When the hailstorm was ending
Promptly superseded by the sun

The accountants melting into shadows
Souls were drifting in the dream basin

Sparkling as diamond's ledges
I was not scared of the souls
So I ate them up

To come into the world as a poem
Of a dream basin and accountants
Who became beasts
In another life
From the blood of a dead cat
In the ninth life

tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz
gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly
we simply gs, whose duties include

slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang
i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers
want answers, so we give straight answers

lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight
don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise
poems born from crime, give it some time
gotta come right, sell it all at one price

my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by
enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff
i bluff and take what's rightfully mine
tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice

coco loco, monica matadora tending
first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz
red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me
subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi"

ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly
check out jammed jay, pushin designer
hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny
snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now

close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst ****
tina staring camly into her secret intention
i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho
as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes

he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose
jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel
bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters
hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons

wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7
hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo
ready to battle the enemy of the enemy
lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan

Is this the tunnel among tunnels?
Long since I heard of a tunnel
Located in the stomach of tunnels
Reachable via the flat ocean

People only say good things about it
I should say: About this place
Although a tunnel leads to a place
Broken angels dwell in the tunnels

In times past they recovered here
Today they survive in the tunnels
In quest of wings they stayed
Baffled because of their new life

Life vanishes inside the tunnels
Out of it new life originates
Look I live in one of these tunnels
My wife is building a nest from pillows

Angels pass by every day
Their faces are full of wounds
Their clothing smells like stars
Gradually I feel at home

Located in the stomach of tunnels
Reachable via a black outer space
I will die here one day
Dying in the tunnel of eyes and light

the clarity of water
your disconcerted eyes
the peaceful traveller
your shade

the conscience of this page
a hustler who will die
the uplifted ego
death's arrival

exhaustion and ruin
uncle
father
the blink in the statue's frozen glimpse

a nightly graveyard-screech
the outerworld's dog
water, sand and concrete
divided oceans

the uplifted you
feelings of guilt
the repentance at the day of the feast:
it is not me

FOR...







US ARMY

Bring out the last blues of this day
So I'm going to hover through the night
Above the pit of repressed oblivion
Come to me amid hours made of light

We been wasting years of waiting
It's now time for the very escape
To arrive in the shades of our time
Yesterday was just a dream for us

I do need more truth and more love
From love finally evolves more truth
I skinned myself in your eye's glance
To be armored for the cruel day

Got back to life from a long war
While you were standing at the window
A song was flying out of your mouth
To drop down in front of my feet

So I cleaned my lips from the dirt
Remains were sticking to that old skin
Wise man used to call me a boy
Cause I always grinned in combat

Put this day's last blues into me
I'm gonna warp it for our journey
Come and sit down on my wings
Let's leave for a journey through the light

In the navel of our world
Red, giant, relentless
In the navel of the eyes
Blue, gracious, benevolent

Just a dream led me this far
To the navel of our world
To a path of stars
From the color of our nights

This is just a dream
White, evil, innocent
In the navel of our love
Black, raging, bountiful

I am just a dream
From the language of the heart
Made of our live
Just a dream

From cloths of colorful silk
Flapping through the desert
Where I used to pick up sand
A child looking for water
Called belt head
Just a dream!
Made of punches
Conceived in the dust of blood
Pain of the ******
Wrath of the giant
Screams of the barbarians
Just a dream

Literate monkeys raised me
After the desert's solitude
Removing the belt from my head
Whispering good words
Carrying me to the flowers
Embedding me in a fragrant world
A scent of mothers and *******
So I grew

Just a dream
In the navel of our world
Inside the ancient child's room
For you
Just a dream

the cold light of day reigns:
concrete, metal, glass, towers
the "system" turns humans into numbers
new york city is full of giant rats

pregnant with the outflow of frustration
in the moonlight, their teeth twinkle
bloodred maws, spiky fur, darkgrey
i don't want to become a rat

"you gotta keep a sense of human"
a quote by earl simmons, a.k.a. dmx
lord, gimme shelter, gimme strength
bornheim, germany, yonckers, usa

regardless where we are; who we be
this line hugs my son nicholas,
and i do love eden, my daughter
THEY ARE LIFE. THEY KEEP A SENSE OF HUMAN.

i'm max, and i'm not trapped in placelessness
gotta stay clean, will meet my kids again
trance is not life, it's the aberration of escape
my weakness is my strength, i got it in me

like a greenly glowing marble of hope  
drugs don't change the world, but you
as i was laying in a puddle of sweat,
i prayed to god: "pleeeease let me live"

couldn't breathe for a moment, fear of death
the addiction for the trance brought me there
i gotta keep a sense of human; for myself
i gotta keep a sense of human; for my kids

sugar hill, broken glass on the ground
splinters of daily folks, corners and tails
keys to the underworld, raise or fall
banging sounds in a goon's cough

fences, sirens, polish bus stop, rush hour
lol and jacob move **** crakov-frankfurt
three shops across, dem nador traders
rif mountains, morocco, global tons

meetings in melilla, jet sky armies
measuring waves in zipped packs
smuggling route barcelona, merchers
hashtag hyena minds, transformations

the key to peace is chained against rocks
blank buildings occupied by crack units
the day of dead idols, dusk till dusk
insomnia becomes a habit, well put

glaciers, paste, the andes: toxic faces
silver layer on the skin of the chosen few
96 hours are over, fifty for hundred racks
counting on the law of silence, omertà

graffiti, street art, scratchings and markers
freeze the second of youth, look back
eagerly talking are those who rule corners
doves witness gospel choirs and thorns

underworld's keys buried in sand
beach elevators take you into the past
they only go downwards, among stones
murals of sicilian ancestors on the walls

look, the last trains are leaving for good
you will never see this light again
saw, final destination, impaled yuppy
arms, intestines, flesh and bones, now

the underworld is key to bearded ones
no understanding of fear, officer
razor blades will open your mouth
bloodred letters from the ancestors

The kingdom of silence is opening its
Gates for the wounds of
Light.

Where has the scrawny,
***** father gone in
All these years? Talk of
Cigarettes; Then the father
Vanished in lies; leaving a son
Behind.

That son was usually looking for
Letters under the heads of the
Ancients; at that he rummaged
The hair of graceful mothers,
Addicted to diamonds, coldhearted:
Generous and benevolent to the son.

Thirty-eight years later, an invincible
Wound remained where the kingdom
Of silence used to be: A wound having
The textur of a mirage, a
Misperception of scorn and emptiness.

imagine that the virus would
**** me fully and my verses
floated through algorithms
like real and fo shizzle

ain't no other take on this world
collapsing states the virus rages
should we all live inside of cages?
these are just words; just a poem

right? sure about your life?
everything is nothingness
people are packed with stress
who will read the last mass?

covid-19
people dying

Let Me Sign!

Prepare the contract
I am a fat vulture
Heavy from the garbage of money
Flesh is gleaming in the mirror
The flesh of my songs
So I walk pregnant
Rs and bs hanging down
No one saw it coming

Let me sign!
Loads of flesh are steaming
In the haze of my songs mmh

Come into my womb!
You depend on my stench
I live by the night-colored gate
The pregnancy takes time

Don't jump the gun. Ever!
Draw the contract up
In the shade of the pine leaves
At some point I wrote on them
So you would track us

Let me sign!
With an aquarian's blood
All ****** were killed in action. Do listen!

Let me sign!
Paint the contract with your hair
Trace visions in it
Visions of a sick angel
Who came to Earth for bliss
Getting jumped by vultures
Hounded through nights
Abandoned in the rain
Reborn as a balloon

My arms are wide open
Receptive for paradise breath
Addicted to vultures
Their long tails are tongues
Hissing like fire at the horizon
I came and yet crushed the embers
Do listen!

Let me sign. Tonight.
With the blood of the aquarian.
Do listen! Chimpanzees reign our planet
Wearing golden tie pins
All chimpanzees are bawling

Let me sign!

Red bow with white dots
Like the ears of a bat
Far away from me
When my face was painted on

Red bow and big wide eyes
Looking for something
I took off my dignity
Then I put my face on

My home wasn't a home
Yelling walls
I ripped off my face
Red bow like Minnie Mouse

Heat was destroying me
As in Terminator II
Terminator is melting in lava
The thumb stuck in the air

Wounded and far away from you
The thumb was resting
Mom was taking a picture
You're wearing a red bow

Coming back into life
Stinking fleshwound at the knee
A pink dress with the bow
I took off my face

Decomposing for the first time
For the first time in my life
I decomposed within myself
Shaved and washed my skin

Mom was hugging you
Taking off your red bow
You were thinking off me
I was thinking about you

Snakes were stolen
Tall savages are broken out
Carrying heads
Heads of snakes

Darkness over the land
Black, tenuous threads
Like stitches
Birds warbling evil thoughts

Letting loose
Life is not a race
Red journey
How to let a wish loose?

Rescue ropes hanging from heaven
White cord
Wind is forging shapes from it
Scrawny morning of upheaval

The birds are singing of the savages
Warbling nestling in a snake mouth
Severed; wide open eyes
Letting loose

wieso es nicht gelang
wieso es gelang

als sie mich suchten zum liebemachen
als sie mich fanden zum liebemachen

wer von ihnen sang
wer von ihnen sang

sie kamen in scharen
mit freunden verwandten
all jene damen
all jene herren

ich weiß nicht wann
ich weiß nicht wo

doch ich weiß wie
ich weiß es wie

mir ist bewusst:
dichter und autoren werden
keine liebe füreinander hegen

(poet's note: my opinion on
the last three verses above has
fundamentally changed since i been
publishing here.)

liebe mich freund
liebe mich freundin

gib mir
schenk mir
suche mich
finde mich

ich habe mich auf der suche nämlich
versucht

kennst du, bruder, den weg?
den zugfahrplan?
die bedeutung der stahlstreben?

ich brauche eine antwort von
den damen
den herren

finde mich
suche mich
verschenke mich
vergib mir denn

ich schrieb über zivilisationen
von witterung und gier

witterung und gier
freunde sind zwischen dem glitzern
auf dem fluss versteckt wie perlen

sie aufzuspüren zwischen dem wittern
zwischen dem wittern
während des witterns

ich weiß nicht ob du weißt wovon
ich rede
ich rede

aber das ist in ordnung freund
aber das ist ok freundin

wir müssen bloß bruder
wir müssen bloß schwester
fragen

sie sitzen am gleis bei den zügen
sie sind immer da
wie der

“ICH-BIN-DA” aus der kinderbibel
meines sohnes

verstehst du das?
begreifst du das?
fühlst du mich?

viele afro-amerikaner fragen
“you feel me?” wenn sie
etwas ausdrücken und teilen wollen

ich liebe
diesen ausdruck
er zeugt von
etwas gutem, das manchen
menschen fehlt

auf der brust trage ich das tattoo
welches du abschriebst
in einer stunde aus

schatten
witterung
gier
ich wollte das
ich wollte dass

du zu mir kamst
zwischen den schatten
unter der gier
über der witterung

in einem augenblick des
“you feel me”

wie unsere häute glänzten
wie unsere augen glitzerten
wie unsere hände zitterten

wie wir…

ach komm!
was sage ich dir, freund
was sage ich dir, freundin

du weißt es doch dir
ist es bewusst denn du schriebst
mein tattoo ab in

ein buch mit perlweißen seiten
ein buch mit onyxschwarzen seiten

du bist perlweiß freund
du bist onyxschwarz freundin

du bist perlweiß freundin
du bist onyxschwarz freund

ich liebe habeshas
ich liebe äthiopien
ich liebe meine frau
ich liebe meinen sohn
ich liebe meine tochter

you feel me?

I emerged from a light
The light you been carrying
Light shining ever within us
Obscured by old words

Light of several languages
Melded with colorful names
My birthday is on the walls
Among deep bullet holes

Bring my light back to me!
In the gutter it shall burn
Burning like scars in the face
I am bringing my light to you

The light's name is within me
Hidden in the bog of feelings
Pitch dark bog of feelings
Light never burns there

Many people went to its bottom
Thought a lot of themselves
These people were like me
The feeling's bog gulped them

I will not go to this place
Staying inside of my name
To fill it with lights
To discover love within me

log me in
i need...







...to be logged in

I'm telling you about longing
At the day of the eternal adventure
When we were hitchhiking to Paris
Cuddling in the bathtub later on
Sleeping together
The groaning of the sculptress
Her student's strength
In seconds of rainbows
Walls made from mutual trust
Nobody would disturb us
Especially not ourselves

Memories remain
On the day of the rain
In between I nearly perished
At war against myself

Flop house, red light, thugs, mace
The ax, the giant, fiends, knockos
Numbing, oblivion, collapse, overdose
The floor, sweat, medics, prayer
Salvation, hate, silence, renewal

That's not long ago
I wish for a starlight
Bathing me in love
In vast, blue gardens
At the end of the world

Hmmh

a bubble of longing...










two halves become united

would you mind telling
me the answer to all the
questions i'm
having ?

every day
every hour
every minute

every time you
are blinking an
eye

i can't answer most
questions by myself

you feel me?

i need you to
learn what the
world is made of

you feel me?
i mean don't misunderstand
that baby

it would just be great
having somebody
answering

what's the weather
like?

what time is
it?

which date is
today?

and most importantly:

where is the
love?

behind a dark curtain
you're going to find
the lord of the blind

the lord of the
blind isn't able to
walk and talk

like others; well
you'll miss him when
he ain't there

who is he the
lord of the blind?

We came close to each other
Fingers like storm on the skin
Twinkle in greed's laugher
Shadows in the water

Where you living?
Memories surrounding me
Love in the lagoon

Sound of the waves
Farewell

more than my *****
more than my words

more than words
let's get back to the
first verse

Love of dust
In the glass of the world
For your distances

Love of dust
Hot as desert storms
No man's land was yesterday

Love of dust
Face behind the highway
Between red lights

Love of dust
Before the final second
Veil of hysteria

Love of dust
Fight of a thousand fathers
The suitcases are ready

Love of dust
In the land of the forest
Where the lost ones live

Love of dust
The suitcases are empty
And words become dreams

Love of dust
Poem of the long arrival
38 souls close by

your heart is banging
against your chest
the end of your quest...







you've found the best

i kiss you everywhere
you are naked and *****...











let's go for it! let's do it now

back in the days, tales from lauderdale...

yakuzzi gang from oakland park, 308
nightly waves flowin' thru brain channels
the traitor of my memories will judge me
no other day, 38ers, toni der assi, stoogie

two existences, eager brothers at arms
shake em the shake, rip and run, zippas
platin zippos, trip-apache, brave bear
the tents of the past remain as debris

as long as doom's grace feeds us lust
struggle on, lights out, turn me on, baby
shivering is the silver sun at dusk here
and gangsta poets speedin' thru alleys

fat **** frank oversees all oceans, inc.
friends at the thames, partners in crime
the green shining, ultra fresh scent, yeah
bodegas are useful for distribution

nevah, tho', enter these places at night
brooklyn heights, floor 64, 65 & 66 locked
merciless fred, sumptuous leather jacket
cuban necklace jeezy boostah, spiderman

dead blueline pitbulls, ****** cages,
rageful is the age of ours, my friends
sunday's dawn opposes my design
in the corner of my room, hidden

kiko i'm breathing
your lust's air
storms of our lifes
and our pasts

we share childhood memories
we sleep together
we feel each other

we are one body now
a body made of
two halves

we are one person now
no need to hide anything

playful lights
warm winds open windows
the ocean inside our body

we are coming together

undisguised love it was nothing
you could deal with; in the long run
i would give you golden rivers
i would shiver and i would slide

normally none of my feelings
satisfied your quest for the best
but when you drank my devotion
we slipped and fell and cried; red bed

"i love you baby but..." you know
"i love you baby but..." come on
double standards; flesh; genitals
repeat life be my wife firefly!

a green and silky cocoon for
morning noon eternal nights we
slept in a cave of warmth; dark depth
then the alarm changed our moods

i just want to be there for you
you always want to be alone
well, now give something back to me:
affection, caring, emotion

a dark melody is sleeping in his stomach
sound of a star rolling over heaven
swarms of stones populate the earth
they float beneath mask man's shape

the horizon is swallowing his thoughts:
they slip into emotion, they burst into splinters
mask man's body is jailed inside an image
behind the bars of a prompt; he is scared

as animals are scared of men and fire
as rivers are killed by dirt and arrogance
as children are abused by adults and abomination
mask man, oh mask man: what can you do?

Mastermind always plans perfectly
Leaving nothing to chance
Before war it counts its enemies
Blessed with sound sleep
Its car is similar to Osama's.

Never act irrationally, that's how
Mastermind remains invincible
What happened in the hail of bullets?
Two snitches were killed, so
Forty winners remained.

Amateurs in beef with
Grown men in a tower
Weather below zero but
Blessed with sound sleep
Leaving nothing to chance.

Everything planned perfectly.

don't think you could
beat the street without
me

it's madov's bossy laughter
and his vossy
attitude

i don't know if
you know what i mean:
solitude

but that's fine my brother
but that's fine my sister

without writing
everything is fist fighting
without fist fighting
everything is writing

i need me a

new language
new lady
thousand babies

and i'll found a tribe
you never heard of it'll
be called

tizzop