surburban myths

They say the africans
And mexicans
Responsible for our downfall

Walk the streets
Only to find
The truth doesn't stick
Go out to the park
After dark
Revelation's what you might find
Black and brown parents
loving families
Kids in tow
Laugh and smile
Out for an evening walk
While the well off whites
Sell drugs in the park

Who's to blame?

The polish family just next door
Evicted for bad behavior
The racist past
Not well hid
Their kids push drugs
On paths dimly lit
Cops drive by
Unaware
But turn on their lights
For the caddy
Driven by a spic

Who's to blame?
What's the cause?

Too much money
And too little eyes
On the prize
Saftey lost
In skin whiter than
Freshly paved sidewalks
Maybe the attitude
That the ghetto came with
Our new neighbors
Is more harmful
Than the stigmas of their skin
The white girls get pregnant
With their italian boyfriends
No one blinks an eye

Maybe the answer isn't more condos
Or higher price of life
Maybe we need to reevaluate
What all the flags
Hung with care
Really stood for


You know

If they really cared

But then again

We all need some coke
When the lights are down

higher than every angel's voice
true beatuty
soft
loving
calming

where am i?
tunnels run
london to france
where did i fall
between the tracks
this beautiful land
soul spinning in the air
is this real
or did i trip
am i real
or am i an almagation
a constant survey
poular trends
personal brands
a meme transmitting manufactured originality
is it sincere?
is it real

everything
must
fall
in
sequence

c
a
l
m

d
o
w
n

let the beat build
sleep amongst the flowers
let the questions pass
let yourself be you
you are yourself
even a lie is true
when you believe
believe in me
love
laugh
live
survive
friendship is all we need
hand in hand
one in one
the world could use
more love
and less disgrace

Who drinks on a tuesday

The rebels
The ruler
The mildly stupid.

Grey goose
Grey goose
Grey goose
Svedka
Patron
Effen
Effen

Get in the car
The bar is calling
Fake identification
What's your story

Wish she would notice me

Whas your name
Shot down

Roll as a pack.
Divide and conquer
Human instinct
Hunters
Gathering
Pitcher of long islands

Get a number
Make out
She leaves
Text message
Minutes later
Pussy control.

What am I doing?
Hazy
Second pitcher
I like your scarf

Let's go back to my place.
Success
Team awesome
Complimenting wingmen
Pack the car
Pack the bowl

Split to seperate rooms.
Scream my name
I swear this never happens
Sorry but I already came

Can't get it up
Poor performance art
Step your game up

Play videogames
Go to sleep
Go to class
Smoke More Weed
Laugh
Cry
Enjoy life
Do it again

The sex didn't matter
she's still not looking at me

did it ever truely matter?
searching for something to fill
empty lives
empty heads
empty hearts