This is an effort to protest in rap.



what more is there to say about anything these days?
It's all been talked and brawled about
No worries anymore since I forgot about it.
Government officials, ministries and pickup bars
All filled with the same decaying junk
that sits behind the wheel
In the car
Got no idea if I'm doing good or not
So what?
If what I see on reality T.V. is true
I'm a pure motherfucking hotshot
Do I look good do I look not
do I write fascinating shit
Or do I rot
With the daily paper jibe for the illiterate
Cunt
I know you're looking for a provocation
So I give out
Like a slut
And lash out
With words
Against the board,
the general assembly
Italian business matchness meeting
With fascist anti-Semitic assholes
Oh don't hate us
We're genuine
- we ain't replicas
The state of the pension
- runs on genius
Work 'till you die
Break your back at sixty seven
Understand' it's nothing personal
it's your rising tension
Got questions?
Stuff 'em.
Forget about them
and put your faith in
silent protest.
Damnation.
How do I conclude?
I don't, the answer eludes me
And I rudely
Seek the back door...
We need some more.