imitating TV

Murdered and killed. On the rise
The blame. How many die?

Speak out. Change of conduct
Teen gangs. That’s ***ed up.

Hip Hop. Hidden signs.
Advice. Hotlines
Alarming images, pics
Billboards, books
Worldview, curfew

This isn’t Cinemax


Kolors in my Hood

we get the money and we run
badass gang warz, drugz n gunz
the trouble we get in everyday
CRusin da street wit my blue FLAG
awww, this aint no video game
xXL shirts from different gangs
hang around, shootin pool, smokin weed
17ys Old Botu Be 18
all u foos dont know wats up
gunbattles, illegal drugz
two men shot a block away
so dont worry about me, Ok?
and dont worry where im frum
if u white stay outta compton

You’re Invited

So I start here –
Petaluma, north of San Fran
OC, Trabuco Canyon, to be exact
I don’t even know where that’s at
Trabuco Canyon, it’s by Mission Viejo
yeAAAaaaHHH!! I’m from Compton 310
In from Citrus Heights, all da way
Hour north of Sac, Capay Valley
Redcrest, small town close to Fortuna
My family has a house in La Jolla
Oakland bitches, but school’s in San Diego
Woo! I live in shitty San Pedro
sANTA cRuz, baby, near Monterey
Somewhere in Santa Cruz County
WEED California, NOR CAL for life
Moorpark is east of Simi Valley, right?
I’m in the Bay Area, San Lorenzo
Hanford by fresno, it’s still koo out there tho

Halfway between Heaven and earth
Except in the Mojave Desert
Majestic trees and cacti
Gentle slopes and hillsides
Distant horizon Douglas Fir
Joshua tree and Juniper
Natural and geographic boundaries
Ideal expression of community
Rocky mountains, water and blue sky
Ordinary and pristine if you live nearby

Under a Spell

Trying to kill my boredom
I can’t sleep today
Posting from my iPhone
Tomorrow’s like yesterday

It’s not fair, is it?
Web spells and poison darts
Tomorrow’s like yesterday
From there my trouble starts

Why am I unfortunate?
I leave you happy land
Totally feeling awkward
And want to understand

Trying to kill my boredom
*sighs* I can’t sleep today
Cups and glasses in a row
Steak, cake and turkey

Laying on a lawn chair
I draw in black and blue
*yawning* I just want to fly
Like the pigeons on the roof

To sink in rest, my wish
Blood and bones along the ground
Into the ethereal plane
I came crashing down

Well, well, it’s Saturday night
Asleep in my lawn chair
Insanity mist, spell casters
I’m dancing in the air

Listening to Tubular Bells
I feel renewed, ascend
A single bird, then replies
Let’s go to the outer fringe

Along the Banks of the Passion River

It is mid-day
But all is silent
One tree rustles above me
The lofty palm
Forgotten in the breeze

Unsuspecting, the sweetness of his words
Rushes on my mind

Scenes of men and gods
Sounds of flutes and beating drums
Cymbals clash

Devine King of the Rainforest
With furs and feathers
You rest alone
In a timeless sweet land
Only to sleep
Only to dream
You are a sacred bird
Against the mountainside

It was on this day
That the sun’s rays
Cleared his eyes

And my thoughts are only of him

Hi Hero

Tangled up zombie dance Penniless Prince
Passionate rave-up fell down in a trance
Friends in America how this feeling flows
Dangerously close interruption overload
Still an optimist haunted by daydreams
Mass hysteria seeing strange things
Cling to roof tops with regal splendor
Such short notice seasoned observer
It’s early as he scans the horizon
New world order in your garden
Destiny unknown exhausted faces
Stand up for higher minimum wages
Booby-trapped. In need of rescue
Delve more deeply into the issue
Cities social problems, it’s not the end
Good morning. Ten minutes to seven
Out of work and out of luck
Lopsided battle filled with blood lust
Resplendent in red, exposed and ramshackle
Promises alone I know no answer
Spread across town pushing and shoving
Now up, now down, the oddest thing
Top-heavy and with a head wind
Our hate, our curse rotting within
Mass of shards a final farewell
In the back of my mind a warning bell
A make or break event, I hear
This is the day the world came together