Front Lines

Explorers export and distort

Their finding don’t co-depended with the

court

Their wrapped in plastic

Deported,

saved and sealed for the mass

Culture stretching wide and slow like 

molasses 

Fog fills the glasses

Its rain is an acid 

See how half assed

this system is

As it pumps us full of carbon 

and lithium

Empting us out 

until you can’t tastes the bankruptcies 

And its hint of morchary 

It's only a drought 

They say as they sway,

with the evening sip of bourbon 

Pounding at dawn

Wondering where it all went wrong

Its an old whitewashed song

That holds our burdens 

So seize these manifested

militia weapons 

Take away the american dreams

Without asking, you pour,

your iced institutional propaganda coffee

Preach promises and problems

and recollected barbed wire 

down our throats

Until we choke

Choke on what never cease to be 

Poke holes in the nations weak 

manifesto

above every eye

with your god given rights

Yet tell them it's wrong to seek 

the better treatment

Which is given to the majority

just not them for their abnormalities 

Unlock the safety latch

and use your authority 

Break another's autonomy

And don’t pay back the price 

Fight matches with grand axes

Its an eye for an eye 

which makes the world blind

Sell our stolen goods

On the black market 

brand companies 

will surely supply a big profit 

Your ID said donor

Is this what you meant 

To become the product of their demoned dissented

To be fought and chased after by their lust

Listed, and left to become bent and rust

With them discounts are never a plus

It's just dent after dent

never a penny spent

To gifted you the liberty 

To be anything more than a 

liability 

An open drop door

of probability specifically in casualties 

It’s a must for them to patch you up

Because your a pothole in their perfect controlled reality 

You the kink in the cain

A stain in too deep to cleaned in one day

They can’t refrain from going into vulgarity

You fry their brain

Family

Those thought closest 

speak the language of high lies 

Sweet in the lungs but it's fantasy in disguise 

They have dreamed of taming you 

Firing you since day one 

They all disliked your company

Everything they say is a lie 

I promise you,

you’ll understand it one day 

Runaways are tired of being,

Optimistic,

There pissed with this shit,

It's not pessimistic 

When they have felt 

the fist

brush against them,

Its just them being a realist 

Someone who knows there safe 

does not flee 

There is no fight or flight

Without the need for a response 

Why don’t we

reach out to whose in the rubble

What if we were the ones in trouble

If this

is what they call trust

You better buckle up

or suck it up

because this is the jackpot 

to being in a sinkhole

Taxes take half the total sum

Leaving the morals in the slum 

Diamond in the ruthless rough

to always being stuck 

Four leaves without the presence of 

Maybe or lady luck 

How long have we been wrapped up 

Rubber banded, soda canned

Removed from map, step on a crack 

When did it all become basic and classist

Color blind to the film 

on a regular back bend

To the book industry in which we run 

Government sponsored

media funds

tracked by the underground google with guns

Waterlogged

public consumption controls

by the companions whom mix religion with mold

the military drafts 

are out of parole

And gasoline prices doubles ten folds

But yes, we focus on the galaxies 

and what they behold

Because thats whats in trouble 

As our nation crumbles

This country is under key 

and political pick locket

twisted shut by the lastest rich tricksters 

And their pickpocket fun

By stealing not just the money

but the sweet honest honey funds

out of poverty’s pockets

While the rich evaded the tax listers 

The poor slaves away 

and blister at the feet 

Digging their debt ever deep

Taking until there is nothing left to eat

Until the hole is too steep 

to be freed

You can barely see it through the peephole

What they’re all taking from the people

Running this motor

is a bitch on weed

embers and gas fueled

by a not so ancient greed 

It all goes up in flames

And not a single one flinches

As pitchforks rain with crack of whips  

Lion lynches prevail in falsehood 

and yet we remain eye leveled 

Hidden away in the dark hood

distracted by the draining distance, 

Of senseless quarrels 

Deprived and derived 

as the beach 

bleached tv screens 

Burn the inner of our eyes

Changing our channels to wax

So fast you can’t act on what you lack

Thinking this is what we need

They have a knack for fading the past, 

erasing history

Only so we can go back

Forget the feeling of freedom

Just like our existence 

It’s is fleeting 

As the mask majority 

takes authority

But no ownership

Of the many mistakes they seem to misplace 

Funny how expected these executives stack 

Cock the gun,

Point out what we undoubtedly lack 

Or gain to listen and learn

This is not history

Its freedom on the back burn

Is this the the man you elected 

To threaten

and burn bridges 

A big lair in little britches 

A whore lying about the difference digits 

as it kisses at your front porch pores

Taking more than you can afford 

Is this the great America we have been waiting for

Or is this the same one we’ve seen before 

The one that knocked down doors

Of the poor

And gave to the privileged

As it killed more than millions 

of what the media men 

would call factions

Police brutality takes more than a fraction 

And yet no one calls to action

They just let it all happen

Never do they mentioned

their fallen foes 

At least they be the next minority

to be taken 

Shaken down and berated

And shooten without sorrow 

To join the underrated generational line

growing attached to the great empires spine

Growing past tomorrow 

Which seems to only shine 

upon those paying the fine 

workers at fault

But never their lives 

Behind

on the line

For their otherwise untimely demise

we can no longer stand to stay side

On the sidelines

Or least we continue 

This unfortunate rhyme 

Continuing on this timeline

I fear for the future

And the freedoms

which are not going to last

What will be left

when four years has past

Of this country

which has stood for so long

Is this the beginning

to our goodbye song

I wonder

because each day I hear the news

And another tune

seems to singing in the blue

When our constitution turned a different hue 

I can’t help but cry

at our last lullaby

I think this is goodnight

I’m afraid our homeland

is at its last flight

eagles and

we the people 

raise your glasses tonight

This is the end

 to what we know as right

We’ve loss more than just a war tonight

This is the constitutions last standing night