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Kill the Political Cartoonist

from Kill the Editor! by CASTLE

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i saw uncle sam playing god like morgan freeman.
staining lady liberty's gown with semen.
thought she had him wrapped around her fingers.
till he put her through the wringer.
and hung her out to dry with all the others.
ain't that a motherfucker?
speakin' of, he drillin' mother earth.
and won't stop until he makes her squirt that black gold.
where his heart used to be now resides a black hole.
justice wasn't a bitch to fuck wit.
but old sam took advantage of her blindfold.
diamond studded cowboy, no rhinestones.
while folks eat out the trash and can't find homes.
all i can think to do is sit and write poems.
what can you do?
sam's entourage is the boys in blue.
provide food for thought and he poison the stew.
there's a chosen few allowed to prosper it seems.
sam told me everybody can't make it.
said he wants change, but i'm paranoid he's faking.
i think he wants change, can tell how he's bankin'.
he really thinks i'm stupid.
always hollerin' broke, but i see him with that new shit.
fuck that, nigga, i know who you're crew with.
told my little sis if she was raped
that resulted in a seed, she would HAVE to cultivate.
with no support like a feminist at a bra burning.
can't let a child interfere with his yearly earnings.
if poverty struck it, the world'll still keep turning.

it's ill like that, but it's real like that.
talking out of line will get you killed like that.
whatchu sayin', bruh?

it's like a political cartoon, but way too real.
won't feed you much, but he'll give you steel,
and ship you out the battlefield and get you killed.
stupid. the way niggas love sam
make me sort of think he got a contract with cupid.
arrow to the brain, high time i remove it.
and go after the shooter.
sam and these other cats, scheming on your moola.
robin hood the poor, then sellin' em pipe dreams.
to get fly, you can feel the gust from his right wing.
his bullshit is like a form of art.
taught his boy he could let the gun spark.
then he shot trayvon. he was scared of the dark.
the jake said tray asked for it.
wouldn't add up if stephen hawking did the math for it.
didn't think they would go down that road but they floored it.
they talking 'bout 'better safe than sorry'.
and i hear we're supposedly post-racial.
man we can't even achieve post-hateful.

it's ill like that, but it's real like that.
and talking out of line will get you killed like that.

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from Kill the Editor!, released June 7, 2012

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