A Space for Women of the World
Them fools got me again!
Wrapping your mind around the totality of a gangster mentality shouldn’t be such a
formidable task, right?
So why all the bullshit?
In the next time, after this time, when the scales are recalibrated
should I really still be here?
I guess that depends on according to whom.
but thank God for irony.
Tribal warrior from amongst the peasant
Public Enemy Number One Cholo.
Genetically equipped to survive small pox.
Emotionally stunted to perpetual teenager.
Acculturated to hate myself with a blind passion.
After a decade of rehabilitation,
over and over and over
I finally get it.
I guess I wasn’t before
I’m habilitated like fuck!
From all the things I’m not allowed,
the solitude of the box to which I was
The many Brown officers
adding insult to injury.
Like underline, accent, and exclamation point
To complement the absurdity of this
I’ve seen the error of my time,
And made my peace with it.
But enough about the plank in my eye,
Let us discuss the spic in yours.
For all my bragging rights,
and concussive head injuries
I slowly but definitively realized what’s
I don’t want to deprecate actual events
for the sake of a
but what if I was tyrannized into selling
drugs to my own people?
terrorized into an addiction to terror,
bulldogged into being a soldier,
not by one individual
not by many per se
but systematically broken down by departments
by their agents
by their agent’s agents
by pigs in wolf’s clothing
and the bitches are no better.
What if I was hypnotized?
Seduced to valuate an ethereal shot at
over my very humanity
over my closest approximation of religion.
I was alright til they started taking my time.
In our present age
the Sun of Motion established harmony among the
He gifted truth to a world in which time
became spatialized and placed in terms of the
What if I said an enemy is stealing this time?
What if I told you an enemy has devised a
system of labels to administer a time machine,
a slavery machine where time seekers sabotage familia
for the good of
Remember when we used to say
Like as if
is to acquire things.
Look out for number one.
And I bought into that shit too
for a time.
But what if I told you this shit out loud?
What if I bemoaned my stolen time like a wailing mongrel
hit by a truck
bleeding out on the side of the road with a
I am responsible for my time
perhaps not as much as the time managers
but never-the-less accountable.
vatos don’t know how to do their time anyways.
while we’re on this royo
I guess what I’m trying to say
I’d like to report a crime.
As I fill with despair, anger, and sorrow
My eyes roll back in my head in dread of tomorrow
My life as the pain in my heart is unbearable
Will the irony of them be told as a parable?
Is my destiny dungeons?
Chase dragons in jails?
All of my love paid back with betrayals?
In search of some comfort I give up my strength
Even those closest I keep at arm’s length
I’m gasping for air, then I hold in my breath
With the comfort of death as all I have left
Is reality real?
Or am I insane?
If my heart didn’t feel I’d feel no pain
I couldn’t complain if you asked me, “What’s wrong?”
If my words show no weakness you’ll think that
So I just reply that I wish I was high
This needle a crutch which I’ve come to rely
I guess now this makes me a fuckin’ tecato
Beating down gastos and treating fools gasho
But that’s just a side effect of my depression
“They don’t respect love but they’ll fear your aggression.”
And that was a lesson I wish never learned
Joints get burned and pages get turned
And still my heart yearned for some consolation
If not salvation eternal damnation
If You would,
Show love and deliver me.
Give me that strength for this life that You’ve given me,
Now I have nothing so give me the world
At least set me free back with my baby girl
Back with my loved ones, my soul at peace
Not in the pinta or lost in the streets
Give me that home that I’ve never known
Give me True Love
leave me alone