A rap song won't ever change the world
But I can tell you bout a couple that changed me
And saved me from a system that tried to strangle me
These are my post american studies
We watched for rising waters
Surprised by dry lightning
Fire season comes early
I no longer wanna die fighting
A middle finger for the gainfully employed
What is a man but a thing to be destroyed
My b-boy stance is a buffalo stance
Damn it feel good to be going extinct
Washing fresh potatoes and carrots in the sink
Like I give a fuck what you think
I screamed death to america
When it happened I teared up
Froze up, had to look hard in the mirror
You never know you're ready for war
Until you cock it
You never know how good you got it
Till you say Fuck it
Let the chips fall, its a sick world
I ain't selling a cure
Too many plague doctors sold snake oil here before
But before it's too late plot your escape
If you're not careful this beast
Will drag you to the brink
This is my institute for post american studies
Calluses on my lips my throat been bloodied
From screaming into empty buildings with people in em
Mass organizing till mass media undid em
Every gesture is a ripple this is true, but truthfully
Fuck the dead white men in my library
Nowadays there's only one book I can read
These post american studies
I need glasses
I need a million dollars to wipe my ass with
I need New England liberals to be less classist
I need my fellow revolutionaries
To stop larping and start packing
Gandhi and Walnut died I don't have dogs anymore
But when I'm in my garden
Catch me chilling with a dinosaur
Used to want a flamingo on my front lawn
I got one
Old dreams dead and gone
Now it's just me and the blue heron
And being a dad is some real shit
Lately its been like
Carrying fam through the desert
Wondering if we'll all make it
And I cant fall if I do then they'll be fatherless
And I'm still trying to figure out what a father is
The United States most sociopathic actors
Hide behind american flags and blue lives matter banners
And I ain't talking bout the cops
Won't shy away from that
I'm talking bout your racist uncle
That kills ants with a magnifying glass
I mean really, why is that
Until we sort that out
Its non stop civil conflict
While traumatized comrades shout each other down
Cause we feel powerlessness, of it all
I'll just be drinking the coffee while it lasts
Or yaupon tea for caffeine when there's no more coffee beans
Sorry if i don't reply to texts
I'm busy with these post american studies
Damn it feels good to be a college drop out
Who never even saw his high school degree
But don't cry for me not a tear
Will be shed by the rising seas
These post american studies
We won't need big agriculture we can farm the trees
After this we wont need social workers or psychiatry
Word to Sage Francis this life could be so easy
These post american studies
My vantage point the edge of empire
For now the land of the pine trees
Where i learned to actually do something
Instead of just being somebody
Nowadays there's only one book I can read
These post american studies
Its written all around me
Scrawled on beached whales and flooded streets
In my country, to see is not to believe
Shame on y'alll
These post american studies
These post american studies