finally revamp'd

your country doesn't care about you, These "powers that be" see you and me as commodity. Shit anymore, they don't even value you for your money as much as for your lack their of.

see, We're labeled dead peasants while we wax poetic to combat their rhetoric and the evils that spread it.

Fox news doesn't fancy poetry. for that matter, neither does MSNBC...
but i digress...

because I'm presenting to you two separations of self, the motivation of wealth, or the realization your net worths, are worthless... the meaning of life y'all, is finding purpose.

because our country's not sick 'cause of health care. People aren't poor cause of well fare. politicians spout hope, change or care, like a breath of fresh air... but WE still get sold short. As if our system's so worth saving.

now, you've probably all heard me spittin' mother-fuck religion, fuck capitalism, shit, all types of -ism... but this is different.

cause now we're talking about your intent.

see, I've been raised up in utah. The reddest of the red, and had a youth full of dread of what may come when i'm dead...  but i eventually put down the water and bread, i found a new comunity.

kids with mohawks bumpin punk rock, quotin hip hop on late night walks with home made mops. kids with holes in their socks... and watchin the sunrise from a rooftop... as it lights up antelope island before puttin their ass to bed... y'all, i swear that sunshine can make you whole.

and that same sun shines in this city of salt sometimes and it's shine in the city puts a beat in my heart... and i find my peace with the poetry in the beats, and when the words that i speak move your heart, or your feet. See, I spit, to spread a message. I spit because i'm blessed enough to find diamonds in the rough, of my fellow dead peasants. Of these other Red state residents... and found poets who wear their prose on their sleeves... and it beats and they bleed... Because they're living for their intent to put beauty into words, to Breathe deep, and spit cures...

without thinking of who it might help, and wither or not they can afford it.

Because our country is sick cause of apathy... but your passions are like poetry spitting cures to the community and that's the only hope I see.