I saw one phantom sky with hazy yoke..
Of a Sun welted against ten photon strokes
Its rays striped out, ripping up big city blocks
Like a thief tearing down doors with no knocks
It was with this that I sat in Detroit city
Pissing Storms to shit bricks on this gritty
I told myself about the plight of Detroit
How it was the factories fight to exploit
This must the be the reason for its dirt
Of it's dismal hope in seasons of hurt
I marveled at the contrast, poor vs. rich
Like bomb blasts, bursting 1st in sixths
I stand near the historic Imperial tower
Its proximity is prolific, in shards of power
Several wounds clip my mental attention
My half truths bombed from a treble of tensions
Sounds of old growth built on new money
A suckling of silk with much less honey
I noticed dirty slums and golden towers
The poor carrying big lies up long hours
The rich born of yellow brick roadways
Soft gold, paving it always the old way
I spit out rage against this system
To save a world, I sit against them
That static and division are increasing
In panic, in which the rich are seizing
Broken sidewalks led to more tangled brick
Roads spun in grid lock, upsetting the sick
The garbage, in shadows below this control
In ghetto cancer cells, losing to drown souls
I warped my scarf tight, the crispy wind grows
Hiding me against the million broken windows
On one street I saw the rape of dignity
The theft of virginity in old days of infinity
Ten women walk past holding dogs, talking
I turned around and saw the dog walk barking
I speak one political song on loud speakers
Dropping in lists weak notes, musically weaker
I saw the rich laugh from high rise suites
Pointing fingers below, lying through teeth
When you're king for a day, it's cheap
You become a holiday whore for weeks
So I remembered the Sun storm coming
It was drumming to account for something
To hold a judgment in busy committees
Raining hard to shower this decrepit city
Unbelievably mind numbing
Striking an incline, its humming
Caution was a word found breathing in hell
People were veins and the streets were cells
Living city only thinking in vain...
Understand, this is fucking insane
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