Blow on the system – K.B

Blow on the system

 

 
They teach you
To fuck,
To drink,
To smoke.

Stay asleep
Baby,

No sorry
Baby,

It’s 150
An hour ;

Wether it
Be a girl
Or a doctor.

In both cases,
You feel joy.

Information dealers,
Let them go !
Just blow on the system
Coz they don’t teach you
About yourself.

We will end up
Angry adults,

We’ll never
Reverse the
Machinery.

Do you feel
This tough
Machinery ,

Be productive,
Be productive,

Close your
Eyes on the social
Drama.

Ain’t calling
For revolt

Just legitimate
Rebellion.

Love was a river,
The dykes
Of manhood
Are keeping
The waters still
Above
To make energy.

There’s no more
Roaring in the valleys,
Birds are shutting
Their beaks ;
Their throats
Are dry,
Bees are dying
Except Queen B
And her Z.

C’mon !
Import,
Export,
Champagne
And cocaine.

The honest
Groceries
Are dying.

Ain’t no psychology
In that

Just the law of the
Market ( bless thee ! ),

Just bombs being dropped
In words dripping
With midnight
Blood

After hunting
Some weird
Creatures
In the streets.

Blow on the system,
Take off the dust
Take off the rust
With a wide breath
Like the sea wind.
Do You feel the rhymes
Pounding,
My heart beating ?

Blow on the system,
It ain’t no kiss
In my sweaty palms
And jeans.

I dreamt of brotherhood,
I got violence in my
Neighboorhood ;
They mugged me
After a cupple
Of meals and
Enchanted smiles ;

Wolves don’t
Eat veggies,
There’s a whole
Lot of them.

A bunch,
A pack.

Don’t sit
On a bench
And doze

They might
Take a bite

You might O.D
From hate.

Blow on the system,
Medias discredit us.

They leave us in silence.
Once you rebel,
They bring
In the infantry

The army of doctors
To regulate public
Order

And sometimes you end
Up in prison

And you start
Thinking
Even more.

Be free,

Blow on the system
Relentlessly,

Take off the dust

Take off the rust

And get some rest

( finally)

From all of it.

Getting the mind
Straight

Steering through
The straight

Keeping the cannon
Clean

And the love intact

Under layers

Of colored clothes.
Smell the ash,

Something’s burning

Our heart that are
Being trampled upon
Every day

By bosses
Mother,

Politicians
And weed
Smokers.

 

 
K.B

 

 

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