tentokráte jedna nová, ba zcela nejnovější báseň .. nemyslím si, že je škoda, že je v angličtině .. zkrátka to tak na mě přišlo..
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this time one very new poem, fresh indeed ..
finders - keepers
like always it is
my friend bought
a suitcase at chinese
and found inside
six diapers
finders - keepers
like it always is
we keep the message
that this suitcase
was fabricated
by those who still
wear diapers
finders - keepers
as we always see
- that 20 euro bill was mine!
- do you have it signed?
no? so it´s mine!
do you have a contract?
no? so you´re mine!
and gimme 20 quid more
and i pay you the insurance
and thank me
for the job you have
´cause it´s cheap
and i give you a chance
to be part of the system
finders - keepers
like it always was
we find a job
and keep struggling
for a dignity
wearing diapers
of the system
bouncing from inequality
to almost insanity
produce quality!
produce vanity!
find you´re high
then feel the gravity
finders - keepers
as it will always be
once you find the ground
you keep the wet soil
inside your nostrils
and under your nails
you rub it on your skin
and it wakes up
the nigga inside
- how black one must be
to become one mass
with the ground
so that no one
can see you
when stepping
on your head?
finders - keepers
should it always be like this?
my father found
(alright, stole)
a skull in a cemetery
and exposed it to a shelf
it was always there
rising his teenage
respect and fear
rising my childhood
respect and fear
and 50 years later
he took the skull
and returned it back
to that old cemetery
finders - keepers
like always it is
we find a life
all of the sudden
we keep it for a while
and then give it back
to the ground
we keep the wet soil
inside our nostrils
and under our nails
and all over our skin
and we become niggas
for-ever, brotha
a ještě píseň, co zrovna poslouchám, a co se k tomu náramně hodí / a theme song:
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