22/10/2013
GUANO
Original poem by SouthSide of KPE Titled "Guano"
People say its power in
Words
I say, it's power in
Turds - cuz
most people don't be talkin
Bout s**t
Yeah, they avoid the grit and the
Grime
& pretend the scent is
Sublime
Until its their time to lay Up
In it
Or it's running down their
Leg on the subway ...s**t
For all to see a -boss
unfortunately
Everybody just can't be yo- best
Fu**in friend
Will s***f you out in the
End
There goes that s**t
Again
Oh, thought you knew
For its really Tru
When the soul lets go
Your bowels do too..
I guess yes- once again,
There you have Poo
There's power in that stench
Ask any slave ship crew
You know that place down below
Where the darkies fester & stew
Hell We even put s**t on our seeds
& they still grew
Better in fact -if intact- you're
Much healthier jack
If its loose - you're a sick
Goose
Truth.. So we've covered that
S**t brings life
S**t brings death and can also be a gauge of ones personal health
Now let's study s**ts connection to
Economics & Wealth
Truth without self & both Ts is just
Hurt backwards
Documentaries usually have
S**t actors
That get shelved with statistics
And specific factors
That lead us to doctors visits
Colostomy bags and catheters
all of that s**t adds up to
Dollars
For white collars and constituents
Full of s**t tax paying citizens
In need of a cultural and a philosophical Cleanse
Errybody think they s**t don't stink
Grown folk wear depends
Even that equals and amounts to
Ends
Waist removal is essential-
lack of - could hender ones potential
There's protein in lentels but beef runs the market
And it seems for this beef those that eat die hardest
For beef blocks the mind from its natural state of peace
And the ability to harness that which
Is free
Your enemy knows - there's gold
In those mental ills
Wars kill, but that s**t makes
money still.
the s**t doesn't flow, it grows
Up hill
Reaching for the stars, just like the
Rest of us fools
since the induction of Christopher Columbus s**ts been in school
Armed with education as its tool, s**t began to rule
Teaching the masses the culture of the capitalists, classless,and cruel
Nationalist abroad- after such
Things as souls using fraud
Capturing beings of light that are visually dark - into the fog
That s**t runs back
Far
So it's hard - to conceive
The tangled web s**t weaves
On the mind of he who perceives himself as just that
The s**t. A delusional pit from which most don't make it back
A realm filled with huge egos and
Small minds in fact
Opulence and fame are the tools used to blind
Our kind are drawn to shiny
S**t
& my mind visualizes 90
Ships
That take 90
Trips
That's a 180-
No whips
With implanted micro chips
Can break me evermore
You birds can take flight my sight yearns for those shores
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