I’ve learned to block my mind, when they twirl their dime — Screaming politicians,
flip a coin on positions,
commanding us to listen
to their shit. They tell us they won’t quit,
that we’ll barely take a hit,
only for us to sit,
on the fence. It don’t make no sense,
how they make dollars from our cents,
yet we live to pretend,
we don’t see. It may give you grief,
when you just wanna be,
nothing more than free,
or kind.
