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.:Gasoline Alley (The 2.0 Rant Remix):.
Gasoline prices? They still unreal.
Got that Fuck-N-Kill. Do a V8 like a Viking,
I might just start hiking. Maybe biking...
Beat the cost. Meet y'all at the Next Holocaust
Square up the moustache be the New Boss
Mein-kampf and yours can’t
I’m here adding abnormal personalities
Got stories that rant
Here's my slant on every shortened or long term type disaster
Vault-up the Master. Expect the streets crowded, but
I know we’ll get there faster!
It’ll be the Almost Accomplished
Talkin' about The Mission so don’t go and look astonished
Just scream then jot it all down in your journal
Same shit like yesterday when Ollie North was colonel
The “connect” is just that slick. Might wanna get with it
Government Insider, you never ever wanna KNEE-glect
Better off with a SNAP'd-neck!
References? yeah...I got ‘em
You may or may not have guessed ‘em
You see them Real Enemies cheat. We reel ‘em in with the G.P.S.
Call it: G-Man access at your expense
That government provided system…Yeah, who the next victim?
Lock ‘em in on the best ways to do battle
Maybe, even introduce a brand new way to chattel
I’m talkin’ bout slavery. Each and every one of us
The Whole of the Comatose Masses
We get played like overachieving assets
At some point some get rejected, then some will get protected
Then you got some who will even get collected
Yeah, I suspect it…but who gonna correct it?
New Immigrants awash in their pre-propositioned buy in’s
Yo, Hombre...that Gringo...Yeah, he still be lying
You blink and they’ll dress you up for dying
While having you & yours all desiring
Wanting them formulas for his New Aged Hope
First get you acclimated; then give you the purest dope
Have you winging it at the End of a Rope
See dude can be that nonchalant Johnny Rotten
Done rolled the same way with ‘caine & cotton
Talkin’ swabs, they done Polo-Shirted, then shitted in heaps & gobs
Dude’s quite pitiful and hellacious to the core
Blood of the nu-naïve & the unaware used to clean his floor
Walls scrubbed down with brain matter selectively infected
On the ceiling hang peelings...Baby skins meticulously collected
It’s a fearful time...As every day we try to unwind
Blown minds, blind and just about defeated...
Where we’re so insensitive to always being cheated
Alotta times contributors to our very own homemade demise
Decades upon decades you’d think some folks would get wise
This ain’t fiction and it ain’t TV or HBO…Don’t you know?
The sooner you realize; the sooner you’ll know
This is about going to hell in a hand basket
We’re talking about the proverbial blown gasket
With some of us zooming around fast with others well sedated
Look out below I think the Common Man has faded!
::Spooky ain’t it?
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Published 21st Mar 2013
| Edited 23rd Apr 2013
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Anonymous
21st Mar 2013 11:34pm
spiraling down kriticool
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23rd Mar 2013 2:17am
Anonymous
22nd Mar 2013 1:53pm
Brilliant rant..speaks much truth- and has a blatantly in your face style that is suiting.
I’m talkin’ about slavery. Each and every one of us
The Whole of the Comatose Masses
Awesome pen Kriticool
I’m talkin’ about slavery. Each and every one of us
The Whole of the Comatose Masses
Awesome pen Kriticool
23rd Mar 2013 2:19am
