The Kings

When Suge Knight was King
he had a fuck you attitude
because anything was possible when you were
one intimidating bad dude
He personified the nineties
When nothing got past the media
except for if you knew the
right somebody
Attorneys could fix anything
And robbers got paid!
Now technology is just too
sharp to let anybody contest
what an HD video can say
But Suge Knight is a coward
He got beat up twice
Yeah, I found that out tonight
(Even Google's got some bite)
He's a forty-four year old
baby bemoaning a broken
crown
He says he won't back down
So he takes out his frustration
by pushing women around
Beating up his girlfriend of
3 1/2 years because there aren't
any more pussies in the studio
to inflict the brunt of his fears
It's best to let it go,
Suge,
Cause you've caused enough
of a mess yet
The nineties were about getting
yours
We even had a playboy for a
President
We celebrated Bill in spite of
his deviances
and accepted
when Rwanda went unanswered for
their grievances
Poor old Bill, he just couldn't
live up to his status:
A husband, and a savior,
and a well-intentioned egotist.
He was always committed
to doing big things
Still living up to it with Haiti
He's one of the few remaining Kings
Now when you think about
moguls of today, they must be
living in bulletproof glass encased biodomes
Because a vest couldn't keep Pac
or Biggie on the throne
But Jay-Z, P-diddy, Richard
Branson for chrissakes
They might as well be living
on Pandora
Chasing money's tail 'til
they're blue in the face.
But nobody gives them their due,
Al Gore's a bore,
But Branson maybe,
and nobody gives a fuck about the next
return of Jay-Z,
I mean, what's next,
Live in concert, 2068,
hooked up to a mic,
it's Shawn Carter's brain?
And when I
ever hear P-Diddy's
voice come in like
a toddler with cheetos in his
cheeks, I just cut out
the fat,
It's unhealthy and it's cheap

So where are the Kings,
starting now, in the Year of
the Tiger?
They can't be the club wielding
type, nor the ones who stand
beside them
Maybe Kings are for the '90s
through 2010
and it's time the harem got up
and kicked the pimp out of the
den
Everybody in power is somehow
corrupt
And even if they didn't claim
to be perfect, they're annoying
and I'd rather they shut
the fuck up

I've looked to the past
And once there was one
We all know that Jesse Jackson,
Al Gore, and even Barack Hussein Obama
Can't hold a candle to
King's son. So apart from Martin
Jr., who is the public
to look up to?
It' sure ain't the Kings of
the last decade or two.

So why don't we stop
holding on to the same idea
of who our next leader
has to be? For god's sake
let's have some originality;
Peace before power, Accord before
war, cure before prevention,
and ennoble the poor.

This isn't the job of some
modern day royalty.
These are actions that
we can manifest in our
every day reality!

If you're scared, that's because
you're a human being
But if you don't believe in your
own power
Then what do you have left
to believe in?

T.I. said it best, but now
he's in prison for slipping
So at the risk of sounding
cocky, I'm going to declare
us all Kings.

Say it: I'm a King

Say it; I'm a King

Say it, You're a King.

An old vista

The stars in Madagascar are
unabashed
They descend upon the sky
Like a curtain on the horizon
Enveloping something that isn't there
They shroud the air
And sing
Their whole sound engulfing you
So it's sink or swim
You can step into liquid,
Or hang onto the rim
They meet the rooftops of buildings
Swelling so
So much that you might retreat inside
Once I woke up in the middle of
the night
And I thought I was blind
All that I could see were sweet
punctures of light
Seeping beneath my irises
An iridescent longing to which I thought
I was immune
Now the Desert doesn't compare
With its majestic sand dunes
No, not all grains of the
Mojave could hold a candle to
the moon
And those fiery orbs of light
In Madagascar, starry night, alina kintana
"night star"
I'm remembering when you struck me
and who your victims are