Brad Walrond - Poetry Of America Lyrics

Poetry of America
Nurse George Floyd's higher self
Into its freed ambition
Overwrites the dead text the dissociated knee
The acid reflux The incorrigible chorus
The baylor crushed box
Face down on an asphalt plot
On a too black street
Momma come too the wild bloom protest
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Popcorn police state tailgate
Jive turkey
Tweet tweet tweet
Elon Musk and Thiel
Space X Space Junk banana peel
All the billionaires do is
Scrape scrape and whittle
Whittle away at the indigenous clay
Ever in flux
This desert used to be a plantation
Before it transitioned into a dust bowl
Ever the same
Native sprawl black cotton
Former slave owners invent
A national football league
Male privilege wife beaters
Loose lip cannons
NFL draft and brown sugar
Sign on the spotted line
Knees crouch in florid field
Crowd consume every down
Coca cola half time
Clear bottle old wine skin
They can't help it
They have to police
Even the touch downs
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Popcorn police state tailgate
Jive turkey
Tweet tweet tweet
Elon Musk and Thiel
Space X Space Junk banana peel
All the billionaires do is
Scrape scrape and whittle
Whittle away at the indigenous clay
Earth too hot for the water
Storm too strong for the living
MAGA hinterland piss
On everything green
Climate drip drip drip
Rafts split into the crypto current
Africa markets its mercenary sale
Republicans so into Russia now
China on tik tok tik tok tik tok tik tok tik tok
Gender nazis gun lobby
Prehistory school board
Abandon the fresh child blood
Under deserted desks
In the campus kill zone
Jesus is a cash crop and killing field
Uncle Thomas turns his back
On all the uterus in America
Books burn ballots vanish from the town square
Black history reincarnates into smoke
Kanye and Candace
Who put the dull knife in
Proud Boys resurrect
The Charlottesville Klan
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Popcorn police state tailgate
Jive turkey
Tweet tweet tweet
Elon Musk and Thiel
Space X Space Junk banana peel
All the billionaires do is
Scrape scrape and whittle
Whittle away at the indigenous clay
Get your box seat
And gamble on reservations
While white supremacy sits
On top of Goodell's ass
Referees cry foul
In black and white uniforms
These outfits
Uniforms or flashbacks?
Ain't being born
The point of being woke
Or we all color blind
Biracial and born again
At third and goal on Monday nights
Who's marking time at Washington Monument
We always spelt Malcolm with an X
Amiri Baraka and Leroi Jones belong
To this American Anthology
Poems don't die in America
And neither do their secrets
Letters go to the Smithsonian
Brains go to science
We all die watching
America's favorite pastime
Or simply from watching the game