Another Offensive Song

Another offensive song

Another not enough

Another big mouth poet screaming

But it’s never loud enough for them to hear us when we’re all down here

So claw your way out

It’s not my emotions

It ain’t just in my head

Let’s make a motion

We closed mouths we’ll never see it

Part time devotion

Even if you stay long enough to show them

They just don’t want to see it

I used to want it all

Until I’d had enough

Now I’m longing for that feeling

A healthy dose of losers lust

I don’t care about being fair

Do you? It’s just another song

A song about distrust

But this time I’m sure you’ll hear it

When it’s blowing up the airwaves or in your face

We’ll rip your eardrums out

It’s not my emotions

It ain’t just in my head

Let’s make a motion

We closed mouths we’ll never see it

Part time devotion

Even if you stay long enough to show them

They just don’t want to see it

This ain’t just a hypocritical complaint where you can say that the pot is calling the kettle black

No it is not

But this is a scenario where you can say the cop is calling the killer “Black”, “Hispanic”, “Asian”, “Caucasian”, and if you’ve got it really bad- “Other”

It’s not my emotions

It ain’t just in my head

Let’s make a motion

We closed mouths we’ll never see it

Part time devotion

Even if you stay long enough to show them

They just don’t want to see it

To love a man as a man or to live as that man who knows she’s a woman

His ain’t about these “types” of people

It’s about all of us, as a people

Those words might get you shot

Your skin might get you shot

Who you fuck might get you shot

My big mouth will probably get me shot

Write songs that tear through

Speak words that scare you

Stoke the fire, I dare you. Kill me off;

This movement can’t be stopped