Blind eye

Turn a blind eye
to what is known
that wrong is wrong
it’s not for show
right is right
and wrong won’t do
you turn a blind eye
and pretend it’s through
all the bleeding
all the heart
everything we tear apart
to make excuses
make it feel okay
turn a blind eye
keep the faith

Finding me

I thought I loved you
then I walked further on outside
I saw the real sun
the kind you can’t hide when it’s this bright
I thought I knew trust
like it was something we just do
like, I like this person so I trust them that’s the truth
but it’s not true
I never trust a single body
I never let them in though they thought I did
never spoke the truth to nobody
I thought they loved me
made excuses every damn day
why’d they forget me
why didn’t they invite me to stay
I thought you trusted me
that I was the dramatic one
saying you only come around when you need something
that’s for sure
you only came around when you needed me
to do what no one else would get done
I thought we were more
lovers and friends alike
but I got played hard
and at the very end of the night I walk home alone
don’t get no call in the morning, no
I just walk on alone
and realize I never felt anything close to love
because I never trusted you
nor did I really have respect
you thought you knew me
but you haven’t learned a damn thing yet
and now it’s over
so neither of us will know
what really went on here
I guess we’re just footprints in the snow
I thought I loved you
but I was too guarded to see
that I didn’t need you I just needed somebody
something to cling to
while I was desperately finding me.

My scars

Burn baby burn
in the mess that you created
tell me something beautiful
tell me something faded
burn baby burn
the smoke is always rising
burn it all to ashes
drink it up like air
burn baby burn
in the answers that you swear
the lies that burn your skin
the flesh is all but charred
burn baby burn
you’ve gotta pay for all my scars

Bleed for

Drawing lines on floor boards
wiping out the old score
tears we drink them down more
before we go insane
before we drown in rain
the sorrow in our veins
we drink away the pain
drawing lines on floor boards
the panels show no scores
it’s all about the new floors
tears we drink them down more
and tell ourselves what we bleed for

Hellscape

In this world of hell
we sing up ourselves well
we wind up making excuses
we don’t like truth
we mute them
we just want to be free
to destroy our dignity
to become what we are want
to be as bad as selfish mobs
we want to drink in pain and pleasure
we want to bathe in gold forever
in this world we wrought
we want to act as we aren’t wrong
we just do whatever we want
break it down till we get on
in this world that we have made
we will never take our true blame

Survival instinct

I don’t want to mention
the evil in intentions
when you giving you yourself to play
who sold you a false sense of dignity
a monster who has yet ever had to pay
for crimes they commit and admit today
for a piece of every person
only wants to excuse
every single bad behavior
that resulted in abuse
for drugging and then robbing
men who you lied to
so you asked them if they wanted it
took it like survival
but you ain’t no Mike Tyson
you just living without trial
admit it like Polanski
and act like its okay
don’t matter what your reasons
your intent was to drug’em and get paid.

Everybody knows Ed Buck

Everybody knows
Ed Buck,
everybody knows
what he does,
everybody knows
why he’s free,
the man’s the money
behind the dream.
Everybody knows
Ed Buck
West Hollywood staple
what luck
he preys on black men
gets them hooked on meth
and when they die
everybody knows
Ed Buck.
Everybody knows
this fuck
but he pays to play
until he’s done
tragedy comes at the end
we all know
where the money led.
Everybody knows
Ed Buck
everybody knows
what he does
pays the democrats
then he saves his own ass
another dead meth head
for him to love.
Everybody knows
how this ends
we forget this story
and it begins again
Ed Buck will continue to play
black men in bright light of day.

Between Stefani and Selena

There’s an excuse for everything
a shutdown switch baby
you pull that lever sweet
drop the anvil and we scream
there’s an excuse for everything
working with a man
everyone says was bad
the project purifying
you thought your career was dying
so we blame it on our health
it’s mental just as well
can’t question what I sell
never it’s my trauma that is felt
there’s an excuse for everything
like selling wedding rings
do what you want with my body baby
and sing with a child rapist
I let him in just a little bit
there’s an excuse in this that’s it
blame it on my mental health
the universe is curious this time as well

Dirty laundry

Surviving R. Kelly
it’s simple really
we need to stop fearing
and be somebody
stop all the excuses
it took far too long
you see abuse but then
still listen to the song
surviving R. Kelly
a tale we all knew
everybody saw it
but what could they do
when fear fills your heart
heroes die hard
no saviors here
just look away
when you stay silent
it’s them who will pay
surviving R Kelly
what does it mean
when we ignore the truth
how do we get clean?

The clock tower

The tragedy of growth
is taken under oath
the liability
of gardening the weeds
plucking all the roses
killing time of soldiers
breaking all the watches
make sure that they’re stopping
dropping from the rooftops
the melody is ruthless
toothless and unused if
you can find excuses.