Wish Who Was Here? by particularshard

The smoke burns at the back of my throat
Conjuring memories of marijauna,
Back from before I could vote
When green smoke was my power and coach.
Now I only puff poison,
To settle down all my dreams and my hopes -
My stomach churns at the state of the world,
Which I watch through sad eyes
Same as you watch a newly fallen girl.
Thinkin how its so fucked up that these guys take more
And make your sunny angel out to be just a whore.
And I ask what for?
Do they ever show gratitude?
No -
They just ply her with trinkets and platitudes
That be the attitude
I see at elections
A bunch of hard-ons plotting on their erections.
Dereliction - of duty -
That would be mine
Were I to just ease back and say I thought it was fine
Hell its not like she was a virgin anyway,
Mother-Earth's been got down on so many days.
In many ways,
My brothers were bred for incest
With an absentee father telling them they were the best -
That they would have dominion -
And that it would be heresy to speak another opinion.
So I used to only speak at times I was binging
Weed all in me mixed with heinies and gin and -
Whatever else I could use to fill my head
Cuz to be honest - I wished I was dead.
But now I'm all sober
And lo, the dream still ain't over,
In an energy crisis but still the rich buy Rovers
I push my lawn-mower and ask what can I do?
Do you go for them before they're coming for you?
I have dreams of standing on stage,
Bringing the crowd in tune to what I feel is a righteous rage,
The Feelings of an Age.
For I believe in this great experiment.
And people speak of the end but I just don't believe we're nearing it.
I wonder can I speak up above the static?
Of a whole nation disillusioned, of a time so tragic
With violence feeling so damn automatic -
The reaction's become plastic and the reflexes spastic,
Poorly acted.
Cuz now everyone's a rapper -
And everyone'll shoot you dead
I try my best, to root through my head,
It was upon Martin that I was bred and fed.
I say give peace a chance
Lest the streets run red,
With the blood of soldiers fighting what's left unsaid:
A heart of darkness, hands of steel, and a brain of wood
Please I hope you know I really would if I could
Gather up all the wounded and somehow,
Try to make good.
In the suburbs, in the country, and up in the hood
Maybe I could if I would?
Lord knows I think we all should
Put out the flames before we're covered in soot,
Ash and grime.
Ladies and gentlemen
Its
Our
Time.
And its upon us!
If part of you is still honest
Stand with me and make a promise:
I will leave this place better than I met it!
Even if I have to reset it
On that you can bet it:
The farm, your life, whatever else
And speaking like this isn't so good for my health -
One day I know they'll make me bleed -
But until then I've got to do what I think we all need:
I've got to talk about all the inconsistencies with the Towers
About how my president is killing the seperation of Powers
About how corporations are raping in my name -
About how I really know you feel the same,
Deep down inside
Back in that same place you used to hide
When your parents were arguing and the world was too wide
This shit isn't about sides -
This is about the human race not trying suicide
About not taking another long ride.
And for every politician who lied to get elected
Every officer who stood by while massacres directed
To every person who watched the news and pretended they're unconnected,
I wish, oh I wish ya'll were here...