Filling in the gap

Filling in the gaps
perhaps actually grappling with the facts
dutifully with tact and a knack for using all the scraps
It’s hard to keep track of the many changing maps
rearrange the framing of plenty and the few
who knew what we could do?
Time in view and patience to take it though

Filling in the gaps
Snacks in burlap sacks for the synapse
before collapsing into a relapse, relax and set safety traps
Lacking at laziness, cracking at hilarious yacks
packing miscellaneous weapons of wisecrack
one drawback is the blowback to the cardiac
knowing when you need to be asap

Filling in the gaps

Hardcore is ten years of war

Hardcore is ten years of war.

On the motherboard, recording
and asking what for?

When these lyrics hit the floor
faster than spirits hitting stores,
the purpose answers for cash.

Anymore deplorable rapports,
Act to enforce tribal conflicts,
controlling ports in whole continents,
stolen at the expense of sense.

Bend these bars open in the fence,
by offense my audience cannot be condensed.
Hence, the pretense of defense.

Hardcore like ten years of war.

Intense psychological trauma,
unseen and unable to afford.
Your baby’s mama
can’t handle the trauma.
He seems lazy and only wants to smoke ganja.
His brothers were goners,
lit up in the fires,
of western expanding empires.

Hardcore is starvation of the poor,
before invasion and internal displacement.

Revolutionaries retire to martyrs,
workers evolve to machines who barter.

Hardcore is ten years of war,
getting harder after some more.

In order to stop this manic disorder,
Pour your love in to this world,
like a father figure
raising a boy to a man
or a girl to a woman.

Healing all casualties,
so no one is forgotten; again.

Hardcore is ten years of war.