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KD Miller Jun 2016
The magentine and orange yellow garrote of the twilight has yet to strangle the youth of Princeton, but it soon will. Sun sets over stockton and delphinus sits on the shelf of the sky next to the half moon ready to maurade over Marquand. Most of the store fronts, they shutter, a year closes in like a train in a tunnel and most do not know anything yet. Cannon and Tower boys do not go to Town anymore they go home to their Bay and Gables, their saltboxes ready for suburban consumption, for the dirt world of finance and brokerage, ready to pray their scandals are quickly smothered and they will be- meanwhile here sits youth, which drools in a corner, never to be invited by a bickeree again, watching the low shrubs and mafia graveyards of Linden parade through the train window, a melded scene like a watercolor. The  limestone walls of Princeton sit up straight in vigilance, the heavy doors shut along with the adolescene and the stores. The sun sets over Stockton and rises over Beekman.
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2015
it’s so sad that your beauty will simply demask you as fuckable rather than cindarella; oddly we allow adults to believe in santa clause but forget obstructing children from believing the brothers grimm, just so we can shop; let paradise burn, i’ll cool off without you drinking a bottle of beer, and that’s an honest counter worthy of being said; bye.*

the women always care for your
drinking, even though you don't,
and never will, and always wonder:
why do they care and you're content
with it? i guess that's an omelette
with ~dozen about to be fried.
i always loved drink more than
women, because i never had any
women in my adolescene to care for...
always the bottle prior to the ****...
oh well: chinese take-out ning hoo...
comes joseph stalin stealing my vocabulary
calling it racism in his post-colonialism:
mongolian harmonica playing broken
the coarse violin (of motor boat lips blur burp brrp
and the index finger doing the winking motion).
Alex McDaniel  Jan 2015
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Alex McDaniel Jan 2015
Souls
Tossed in the furnace
Beaten, burned to a crisp
Till they scream to be taken out of the
******* hell hole that is adolescene.

Taken out
Minced into fine peices
Hung out to dry  in the prisons of useless social conformity.

Lost
In the game of emotion
the game that you're not supposed to win.
I didn't understand back then
When
I was young kid on the block
Looking at the homies pushing rock
With the game on lock
But the cops always had to knock
Down the doors looking for drugs in store
Paused my Nintendo peeped out the window sirens soundin'
Souls was astoundin'
Didn't know what was going on
I kept hearing that sad song
Slavery still here G
Still under white supremacy
But it made a man out of me
by the time I hit adolescene
I seen the presence
Of the Most High telling me why
We all in a fry so many of us die
Cuz see the buzzards circlin the sky
Unwillingly and knowingly
That we was destined to be
Kings and Queens but it's all a dream
Like Martin King can't find a team
Cuz everybody out for self
**** man we need to break this ***** plan and lay out a master plan
But on the other hands
I wanted get money stretch it like rubberbands
But some of us might as well be in the ****
Drugs enforced and endorsed
On the streets as well as the music so don't abuse it or loose it
I know we all brothers sisters of different colors from.mothers no others
Got heart like I dangerous once I learned to catch vibration with my third eye
Controlled my soul on a stroll
To a good day good riddance to those who ain't in repentance
We paying for the wages of sin
But the curse slowly breaking away Feelin like Malcolm sittin by the window with an AK
47 how many suckas wanna go to heaven
And i wanna break leven
With my peeps though but it seems they all want to go to war
I tried to raise their conscious sick of the nonsense
Media and the press loved to keep us suppressed
Art of War strategy being played on us
But I loaded my mentality with wisdom and begin to bust
Shots at the stations
They treat it like a crime
whats wrong for unitin' with the black nation?
I'm tryna to get to Mt. Zion I ain't lyin'
Why they always tryna tie in
A brother into gang violence
Or drug case wheres our resistance  
Break the lien my past peers paid our dues
Just check the slavery views
Every few years they wanna see tears
Instill fear to keep us down here
In this concrete jungle hard to be humble
When everybody mean muggin'
Life jugglin' and strugglin'
To get over obstacles
Me a blackman  still alive it's a miracle
Almost satricial
Its comedy at it's best enemies up to put a test
On you black man black woman
Wake up cuz they want us acting up
Lets restack up get our weight up
Build blackwallstreet the way it was supposed to be
Along with the
Indians to Mexicans we came from the same boat different landing put down that cannon cuz them spirits channelin' standin'
Tough against the rain hitting my window pane
As thoughts began to ponder my brain
Its insane no more **** crack or *******
We got the power to make the change
And don't act strange
When I see you Just smile cuz I know you in the wild
No hoochies to pop coochies
Just Queens makin' love like Lucy and Ricky Ricardo I go all out for more
Even the score naw we takin soar
Like hawks in the night
No fright ready to fight when we show on site
White house white house ain't nothing but a plantation house
Playin a game of cat n mouse
We rising check the new apes movie
They subliminally showed us we been had the funk feelin' groovy
Stick with me n I'll stick with you
We gotta communicate better
When it's stormy weather endeavor
Wisdom is much more than silver and gold but ya rather take a toll
Down the valley of death row
And i know it's hard but don't worry I hear ya
Cuz we about the same problems so I feel ya yeah

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