The ineffable, indefinate definition of desperate,
Drive days dry behind eyes of mine, but I resign:

To sleep happily in my bed,
Alone with just my pillow on my head.
Thinking of all the bullshit I've been fed,
and the path down which I'm lead.

But you'll all keep trying,
And I'll keep flying.
Or floating, or gloating, or prying.
Never crying, never sighing-

Bouquettes of flowers for your mastodon mastermind,
Put it faster on the blaster's side
of uninteligable bastard slime:
"Die faggot die!"
Is all I ever hear, all the while-
the vile pile - piles higher every year.

But we can't seem the help the overwhelming thirst
To be first, to curse, and to decide what's worse-
A president with street-smarts that's a liar,
(And a benchmark)?
Or the nam vet and his female pet,
A porno couple from the day they met.

Standing by a podium, sweating buckets:
They're both just fucking puppets.
And you retards don't understand:
There are those smarter with a plan.
All the naysayer's be damned.
I'll do all that I can, But I am just a man;
If we want "Free" we must be a clan,
Together we must band.

Ignore me if you want, I might go away,
but everything I said is getting truer every day.
So when the soldiers at your door,
Put your daughters on the floor-
You will remember, you chose to forget:
This rhyme before your dead.
Before your smothered by your street-cred.
and all the 'facts' that you been spoon fed.