raggaeton and Coronavirus-19 blues
seriously woke adverts from podcast sleuths
the AG and the Russia hoax
MSNBC squealin’
through the crumbling ozone
exclusive: thee gospel truth
time doesn’t really matter?
eight hundred and seventy-six days gulped Manafort
Prius glide bike lanes wide
out-brake light-mine i’m from LA
bus lights
frozen on Mulholland Drive
Ferrari high beams with movie directors’ wives
Tupac karaoking in the car
dope beats Dre interjectin’ more more more
memories of seven fo
and the deep state goody two shoes ruse begins
110 N 110 South 360 degrees
the president in forced space
behind JFK’s refurbished desk
listening to no one but Fox and Friends
vice president boxing the Fauci and Birx bunch
“Let us love as Jesus has {LOVED?}us.”
the archbishop says
yo yo yo!?! does that mean we’re all dead…
gentrification gentrification
where’s that old voucher to my section-8
extension the PJ’s are not communes like Marx’s mandate
meth toad croaks in the trailer park door instead
sweaty poisons seeping into
the young collective American soul
finest tit slash bleach job i ever did see
skyscraper floor path paved with our correctly approved recepticled trash
while our slogan puffed chests
at the pride we have at the graves we have filled
behind dumpsters of the riche through their guerilla
drills
as we parade around the good done deeds
the mayor walks those very grounds were 30 years ago
the epidemic shunned back then
but walked for now
took most of my loves forever due to their failure to conform
now today in my home town America-LA country broken down to her
DNA
yes Cabal we are openly and freely international with an
admiration for cowboys rudeboys and all the girls in the
world
coexisting vegan meat eater howlers in the night
blues and reds never got us right
media giants you’re wrong as fuck about us
we the people of the Westside coast
Chuck wearers Mariachi trumpets duo with Miles
kung fu swinging farmers markets our neighborhoods by far were never anything ‘Little’
Hogs ride wild all the Angels of this Nation
want to say:
America have a very happy birthday
to the sweatshop workers who get paid a dime
and to the Chili Peppers the music makers of this bad ass LA house
let us not forget the discarded freedom fighters who stand in the soup lines
all the kids made from God’s rainbow flag of color
and the school babies hanging out at Food 4 Less selling candy bars for a dollar
to Kim Soo at my favorite barbecue
and of course Hadib where i used to buy my tokes
and Dona Adelita at the corner with her folks
LaTifah and Darryl who teach me about the Sheppard JC
AJ from the Lakota Nation a Captain America
comic book fiend
and all of my liberal left hook right wing swing coffee house
junkies
let the lights tonight be strong and free
reflecting from Dodger stadium to the ferociously tame
surface of the Silver lake man made designer reservoir
