THE FAT CAT MASTER'S BAIT

Though my whole world is constantly under attack, I’m still an ethical criminal with the decency clean skins lack
You think society’s got your back, but it’s only still intact by sending the weak off the beaten track
It’s a story of exploitation, even more than poison peddlers take advantage of a junkie’s addiction
Submit instead of causing friction and mayhem in a fucked up, happy whore capitalist system
Forget about conventional wisdom, you can’t be of assistance to the lives of the down-trodden
If you’ve been bought off in the first instance by the noose that is blind adherence to consumerism
And it’s dictates, as it were fate that all you’ve seemed to do of late is to buy more useless shit inside a pearly gate
Such a sorry state, I just hate how we’ve all swallowed the fat cat master’s bait and become so complacent we can’t shake
The shackles around our wrists and ankles, resigned ourselves to the deafening beat of a humiliating defeat 
Of our interests collectively, bought off by a buy until you die orgy eclipse that keeps dollars firmly entrenched within filthy rich families

They control all and sundry while ruthlessly dropping happy bombs on their enemies with the aid of armoured metal killing machines
Watch it happen on TV, soon terrorists will finally be free from causing chaos to infidel families as they please 
They will soon be sorry, just a part of another media story about good guys defeating bad guys who have been killing us indiscriminately
Innocents they kill mainly with explosives made in a perpetual war promoting factory who’s owners cash in handsomely
Just like all shareholders with a foothold in the belly of a military industrial complex that’s been killing niggers for centuries
It’s quite plain for all to see that war is good for the economy, that’s why we spend so much money on stealing resources from weak, defenceless countries
Why put so much energy into revealing this great travesty using long sentences held together by the vitality of a ghetto rhyming strategy
Because it really gotten to me, this life so meaningless and empty in a society in which control mechanisms to herd sheep are aplenty 
I wanna smash it all up and watch all the fault lines erupt, destroy the structures erected by the hands of slaves to a humanity so greedy and corrupt
When all the shopping centres shut will we all fall into a rut of misery and emptiness when it disrupts our daily routines like a hammer smashing down on a ciggie butt

QUICKSAND SUSPENDED

I crossed another divide
Between insanity and a nice place
Watched as people did collide
Speaking profanity, a bitter taste
Nothing really to excite
When real hardcore junkies act in haste
Lessons to help me decide
Rather die than live in waste
Reason to claim back some pride
Nothing is doomed to stay the same
I can have control inside
Stop treating life like a child's game

Possibilities abound
With each passing day
Crash rich kids' parties renowned
For decadent ways
Beanie replaced with a crown
For the timid thing
Sick of being pushed around
No longer nothing

Then I finally arrived
In the vicinity of the Bronx 'hood
That's why I carry a knife
With the propensity to do what should
Be done in a moral crisis
Truth can set us all free, would if I could
Do it, rather than just write it
The calling of the man misunderstood
I no longer wish to fight it
The slander of the words haters mistook
Thinking I would somehow like it
Noticing the glare of a dirty look

Just because I don't speak it
With much conviction
Doesn't mean I don't need it
To be met with respect
You think I won't dare do it
Start to cause friction
Just you wait 'til I lose it
Not quite what you'd expect 

Her love makes me feel alive
Every sister trying to reach out to me
Able to look and realise
That we don't always have to just disagree
Visions of a legend's rise
When I finally set my tortured soul free
From all the parasites' lies
Beware the spiky thorns on lemon trees
Sour like the tears I've cried
Macho conditioning: a sad disease
That ensures tough men try
Only violent acting so they can please

Endless enemies surround
The paranoid man
The party's come to town
Sum is greater than
Evolved beings hear the sounds
Of truth through quicksand
Suspended off the ground 
Though hard to understand

With bullshit much abound

YOU CAN DO IT: A DIDACTIC RANT (ORIGINALLY POSTED AS A FACEBOOK UPDATE)

A spanner in the works is the manager at the shitty job you hate being an arsehole and testing your patience and resolve. You can overcome it by ignoring the problem and pretending it's not there or you can face it head on and tell it that you will not let it's negative influence have a bearing on how you carry on with your day to day affairs. Replace the negative with a new attitude and you can, not only withstand setbacks, but also let it be the impetus for not going backwards again. From harrowing lows come the possibility for new beginnings. It all starts with a positive outlook and the determination that you will not allow the folly of the past overshadow what you can do in the here and now to make good out of a bad situation in which all the bad outcomes are likely to be as impending as dark clouds rolling in as predicted by weather forecasters. A good attitude goes a long way towards change, growth and renewal of the soul. Don't succumb to the path of least resistance that involves heading towards the dark side of purgatory. Chin up soldier. It's not all doom and gloom. There's always a silver lining after every devastating storm. Remember there is always hope no matter how hopeless a situation seems. Believe in the possibility for transformation in a seemingly stagnant and sad reality that your life has become. Nothing is out of your fingers' grasp. You can and will overcome that spanner that has wreaked havoc in your life. Tragedies and dramas do not have to be unavoidable events that destroy your will to transcend your mortal limitations, afflicting some more than others. The universe rewards effort. Never give up. Stay strong. Things are on the way up. It's the only logical conclusion for the future ahead. You can fix it. No mess is beyond repair. Just remember not to be that negatron. Positive thoughts and wishes only. Anything is possible and the sky is the limit. So what are you sitting around twiddling your thumbs for? Go for it my fellow confused traveller through this unrelenting test that is what passes for reality. You can get what you want and bring all your dreams into fruition. The key is dedication, determination and self-belief. If you know in your heart that you are a capable, competent person, then you can and will achieve things you never imagined possible. The future is in your hands. Go out there and give it your best. That's all one can do. Sure beats bowing down in defeat. So go for it, my friend.

LOWS OF THE HIGH LIFE

I was living the high life, never far from great strife
At least by my lowly standards of straying far wayward
I had cash packed, stashed away, half ball habit a day
I had truly gone astray, more than a passing phase
My head in a complete daze, hiding from a sense of shame
Hard to change my wicked ways, pretending it’s just a game
Hiding from the dead sun’s rays, mistakes wait to be erased
The grave is where I shall lay, if I don’t have a proper say
When the sky turned to grey shades, my ethics I did betray
Excuse this whole moral haze, not the way this man was raised

Age of moral decline with the whereabouts of the fine white line
In patches of sunshine caught in the afterglow of rays out of time
Confront them, not a crime, what they want from me is to never grow
I’ll take back what is mine, take my dignity and put it on show

I was living day to day, cut off from the future
My deck of cards start to blaze, guided by deep failure
May the critics have their say, I shall simply wait right here
To read yet another page of the debauched trash paper
What’s with the new yuppie fad that’s got them all hooked tight
Sometimes I’m so fucking glad I've finally seen the light
Instead of doing that whack consumer whore bore routine
Those people must all be mad, following magazine
Prescriptions of what’s bad, so bad it's setting new trends
Sheeple decline is so sad, shackled means to a dead end

Age of moral decline with the whereabouts of the fine white line
In patches of sunshine caught in the afterglow of rays out of time
Confronting not a crime, what they want from me is to never grow
I’ll take back what is mine, take my dignity and put it on show