The more I lose the more I want
Worker drone nine to five an ant
Hard work and work ethics I'm at
Through these get what I want I cant
But what is the precedent
To follow for dead presidents
When this ******* is where I'm resident
When the filthy are filthy rich, the poor get bent
If it's given then my soul is collateral for the lent
Few years time a fortune robbed by the rent
But if I robbed the rich my life through bars spent
Slumlords lord over the country of hell we're sent
Born on the wrong rock nowhere to be went
The more that is taken the more complacent
People remain so ******* complacent
Because what can we do when heavens vacant
Patiently make payments to live as a patient
The right to live must be bought in this nation
Everyday suffer the degradation the debasement
How can we change it maybe start a riot radical agent
But we live thinking its all fine it'll all be fine so we cant
Pacified we watch people die right in front
But change no we just won't
Too scared so we just won't
Too dumb and numb our morals are absent
To **** a killer to protect another so adolescent
Being hopeful of future and change so adolescent
I want happiness I want freedom I want
To live for more than a check is what I want
To not live my life check to check is what I want
To live free of the heel on my throat, I want
To see others care for others, what I want
Is so selfish cause I want it all

Why throw away yourself at another woman's arms
Peaches and cream and the passion and hardly writing
There's be no doubt y'all
A praise a worshipping phase of welling tears
And the years for your enemies making the time for your equals
Keep the pressure under the pager
Turn it on
Keep out of the park
It can't be found
Got personal
Took you out
Had pencil shades of your portrait
The hive the imagination of an old man
How's Dad and what's answer
Are gonna stay, play the same game
Home alone and never coming out
Staying at your place your T-shirt
Not taking a chance, it's too cold outside and
This is getting kinda cheesy

The sketches of you
Summer and stone cold like a buttercup under the weather
With the freaks and the underwriters and the scammers from the IRS
And terrifying nice try
There is a frozen expression
With the impression and the same way I was made for your pulse and energy
The rhyme and the distractions
Are pooling in the effect
With the range of motion foreign
There was a place I could stay and go to
They told to stay in the visions
They felt bad about us
And tell us to behave ourselves
And get better
From the start
The yellow cased window and the blue shirt
Made a green signal
Don't explore the art of the deal
The people ready to bawl at the sight
Of violence
There's no effort and no love
A couple of paintings of sadness

I looked in your eyes and they were moonlight,
piercing the darkness, unlike sunshine, unlike
the burning you feel when you get too close to something
fake. I looked into your moonlight eyes and I saw pools
of blue cascading like a waterfall over crystal, distorted shimmer.
It wasn't even like looking at eyes, it was just looking into something
I wanted to steal and lock away, in a corner of my closet
where no light could scratch.

unburdened by knowledge
or traditions of polite civility
some powermongers
     brazenly
demand attention of the media
force their way onto title pages
assuming that bland lies
     combined with contradictions
     and outrageous stupidities
     mostly echoing sycophantic TV news
will satisfy their followers
ensure their loyalty
and even guarantee
their reelection into higher office

     there is a tendency
     to underestimate ‘the people’

they usually take their time to watch
and talk  and reconsider
     after all
     one does not lightly
     throw away the expectations
     one has projected onto the preferred

then comes the point
when ruthless ignorance
      and greed for power
become too obvious
      too much

people no longer do approve

the powermonger tumbles from his throne
his reign remembered as a somber blob
in people’s history

Heartbreak rules
Because love is cruel
We're all taken as fools
And that's the awful truth

Nostalgia dominates feelings in my mind
And amnesia is an open gate I cannot find
I wanna forget about you so bad
That it's even become sad
I can't move on
And that's because my feet are glued on
I'm stuck on you
I can't move on

I take narcotics and cannibis
Because it's you that I miss
Been on it since '06
And for a second, I think it's not a fix
I'm still broken
No longer outspoken
I'm just soaking
In my tears
Drunk off my fears
For all these years

Been so hooked
I even started to crook
I'm a mess, don't look
But here's a book
Flip each page and read about me
Open my chapters and end with my notes
Take a look at what I wrote
Buy my words because I'm broke
But don't give me cash
Just blink your lash
And believe that I stayed woke
I'm stuck on you,
And I said that without a choke
All this is genuine
Just leave me with a win
Victory over your heart
It's pure art
It's making me feel something
So fine!
Please understand

I still want you
I'm still hooked on you
It was unintentional
I needed a break
I came on vacation
Left on probation
The drugs keep me moving
But not away from this situation

You say I'm crazy
But you're the only one that can keep me calm
Take me in your arms
And flatter me with your charm
I know I ****** up
But don't look me down

Just blink your lash
And believe that I stayed woke
I'm stuck on you,
And I said that without a choke
All this is genuine
Just leave me with a win
Victory over your heart
It's pure art
It's making me feel something
So fine
I understand
... that you don't want me back

QUESTION.

Poverty!
Do you think that this should be a global urgency?
Selfworth as Commodity!
Do you think that this should be a human priority?
Try telling one billion children living in extreme poverty,
And the twenty two thousand that die each day that their not a priority,
Tell them we have more important matters to adhere,
That our top ten banking bosses earn an excess of two hundred million a year,
So what about our eight hundred and fity million that don’t have access to clean water,
Tell them they dont really have a voice and dont really matter,
Clean is not fourteen billion pounds of waste dumped this year into the sea,
Clean is not two hundred million gallons of crued oil lost into our oceans by BP.

I am Jimmy.