Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Delirium by Rich Medina

Often my delirium is so strong that I can't dance to the music or walk the line between my drums and everyone else's.

Attempting to shoot down the sun with a sling shot and bad aim got me missing the point, and losing my religion hand to hand.

Shit. So I rock the cradle with menstrual speed, buck my eyes and show my teeth when the lights come on. 'Cause no matter what the deal is I want my money up front, preferably in small bills, 'cause fat knots draw honeys like horse flies to the dung pile by the fence.

At first it was a game smoking weed and drinking to see who dropped first, but as the world knows crazy crew using ends up making play time serious.
Nowadays skills don't pay big bills. Better to go get a gimmick and cook a top dollar video over the fire. Yeah, sample that left out of vaudeville y'all.
Sucker time succatash for the consumer, aka niggas with no leaders to listen to. Lovers with no one to make love to. Dreamers with no place to sleep. Countries with no choice but to rely on young Miss United States and her fast ass.

Police woman of the first, second and third worlds. See we simply request our oil ahead of schedule. But we might just drop some scuds on your ass too. We don't give a fuck as long as we got the biggest gats on the planet.

Take a so-called civilized photocopy and scan it cause we been blowing other people's shit up since before it was a trend.

And now there ain't no such thing as nationalism. Now niggas can ride on top of the bus if they damn well please. Brothers instead get greek and snatch womens clothes off like frisky drunk-ass D.T.'s under summer sun. Belly floppin' in the waters of more primitive ways cause, dirty sex on video pays these days, and niggas got a way of making slow money fast.

Writin' checks they ass can't cash like, mystical probe-like rhetoric not paying the rent and you know come 2000 internet hell gonna catch the chills and repent so, save as much as you can on driving hard cause you gonna need this information down the road bro. Standing freshly dipped and intricately spoken he approached. Perched like a monster. And the world cries....

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