Buisness as Usual

Surrounded by white rooms, white walls,
white robes, white halls.
Everywhere men and women, with supposed higher education;
Everyone does what they do without even a question.
People’s lives just fluttering in the air,
this place is therefore of great despair.
As lives hang in the balance, struggling to survive,
you know you’re not done yet, you’re still alive.
The man in the white robe tells you,

 all is alright,

but you know deep inside,

that he’s got something to hide. 
After one visit comes, two, then three, and four,

you’re tripping out, trying to grasp the floor.

They steal your blood, and offer a vaccination;

here take this it’s a preventative implantation.

Procedures for which you have yet to suffer for,

if it weren’t for the reason you were here, you probably would have ignored.

They take and they take they always want more,

treating you like a two dollar whore.

They poke and they prod, they just want your insides,

that’s what you say to yourself, they just want my red stuff,

without it i am dead.

And without these men with education,

who deliver news which causes frustration.

Let you know everything is al-right,

after telling you "you should write a will, tonight".
Maybe its good that they are there, you feel more alive,

knowing you have 20 instead of 5,

left to survive.

But hope still remains, and its always the same,

playing on the breakthroughs and the money game.

Lives hang in the balance, while showing a facade.

People on their knees praying for god.

While others pack them up and ship them away,
today, tomorrow, people die everyday.

Others are burnt and scattered on earth,

to give the ones living a brand new birth.

An attempt at a new, an attempt at what's right.

But all you see is pillaging, murder, and useless fight.

 

RK

Great Cycle

They tell me, come on be strong!
They tell me get up and move on.
But deep down I know the world is wrong.
Getting up in its face like a baton on a gong,
the sounds unbearable.
Our roots, no I mean out routes,
like a tree that gives off no shouts,
and rots in a field of hazy gray.
Alone, dead, in the desert today,
and tomorrow, no matter how long there is no sorrow.
There is no green grass;
there 

is no rain, no never, for if rain be there then hope sprouts out fast.

Covers the whole desert in bushy lush grass.

F

or all to flourish and all to live,

but what happens when there is no seed to give?

All ends the same, they are but new beginnings.

For those who disagree,

I dare thee lift a maggot filled tree.

RK

Time

The star scattered sky over my head.
Just like the blanket when I'm laying in bed.
The little lights hovered and danced.
But I lay there motionless just in a trance.
Perhaps its the weed and the henny.
Maybe the coke its where I'm blow my money.
I need to open my eyes and see the light,
before it gets late and I'm trapped in the night.
But in the deepest dark ive found salvation,
the people that care as a form of donation.
Providing sweet words and warm hands.
That are all lost In the time of sands.

RK

Old Memories

I wish to turn back time.
To the place where you were mine.
To a pace much simpler than this,
a pace where there's no curse our diss.
No ones having there feelings hurt cause every ones in bliss.
No lying stealing or cheating.
So much intimacy I hear your heavy breathing.
I taste your soft lips,
as I drag my hands across your sweet hips.
Not a first and not a last ,
this is a repeat performance from the past .

RK

Respect

I'm here to talk about a little story of mine.
About a guy who was smart but also blind.
Ignorant in his knowledge he disrespected the weak minded.
He got caught in the game. Lost his mind and couldn't find it.
But a guardian angel appeared.and with a soft voice she spoke.
No human is to be feared. And most tests are a joke.
Created for the weak to get strong.
Perhaps you should then forget my song.
If your so righteous and good,
go to Ethiopia and donate some food.
But your laughing at me smoking the trees.
Muttering under your breath ’cause you Get none of these’.
From a bright light bulb he turned into a dim candle.
Ever so destroyed he doesn't even have a handle.
What a twisted fate, I tell you its never to late.
To be good to one another,
treat each other like a sister or brother.

RK