Recession Progression

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was just driving down the street and saw some old friend who really had it going on and suddenly lost it.. and thenb.. some drug dealing old friends who are still making a killing..

Submitted: April 23, 2010

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Day at a time, word play in the rhyme, these kids hyped on spraying the n9ne, history has taught us only the good ones die. lets flip the script n cut thru the lies.  the government is murderin us, one check at a time, and with the  "just sign on the dotted line".  The rich gone poor, commiting lower class crimes. white collar by definition, low on handcuff supplies, streets lined with zip tie snippins, we cant seem to hear the screams n cries of this here nation, just listen..  what happened to the vision? the working class? the do-right mission? these days just to make it, gotta be in a psychiotic position. no time to replenish, no good ol' days, signs "gone fish'n". no family trips cuz of this fuckin recesion.  They failed to mention the toll this war would place on our earned pensions.  "Retirements postponed due to stormy conditions". people r losin it, thriving off tension.  Thsi rides got bumpy like a blown suspension, the tides rolled in, were dummy's with no ambition, schools gone down, they've raised tuition.  Someone made the decision, to sell off our pot to piss in.  ya think were gunna buy it back with this buy-out pact? i think thats a little off track.  One step n a blink n were five steps back.  Lets retract these funds, bring back our brothers n sons, iraq aint the answer, its somewhere here above the tropic of cancer.  The land of freedom and the home of the brave, what happened to that header? did we just lose our page?  Weve just released a beast from its cage. the deceased depression is back n enraged. police collected in their own department of correction, wit D.O.C on the back of their strapped back sleeved jackets.  unemployed hommies still whipping jacked up cadillacs wit wads of cash spillin out their nap-sacks.  half ass crack addicts are even gettin jacked for what they dont have N IM LAUGHIN!  I recently slid back into my current position, a teacher for people who slit their wrist n need a crash course in rock bottom collision. squeakin in the bleachers reachin for my jeans cuz im fiendin for a bean or ten. ha ha nah now im clean again, i schemed up an impossible mission, teamed up wit a kitty cat, look at that, never again strung out beyond all recognition.  Hung out, with the wrong crowd, withdrew out, of my home town.  n new clouds, surround me now. somehow history n all its mystery n mysery, heat-seeked n put a real beatin on me. n demonously reached deep within my evil seed, ripped it on out relievin my knees.. .....
 
got a lil carried away n lost my point lol peace


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