| IN THE FLACCID STATE By Eric James |
| There must be a revolution Before me IN THE FLACCID STATE We feel no glory Face down in the dirt I search wildly for a light At the end of a tunnel I dug myself into Now my face is just too dirty-I'm not ready for the camera tonight But I'm never beautiful enough with blonde hair and designer jeans I have spent my childhood staring at the screen to be like this White little pretty people making other races feel inadequate Stop spoonfeeding me your bullshit just hand me my dish I'll take all you have to offer but I'm using my hands from now on Old pale conservative pigs run the government their selfish ways They have ripped off our cultures & bleached our skins white They've run the earth into the ground "for the good of the economy" As they take all the profit just to place in a rich man's pocket Yesturday The sun shown on my face I see The change has taken place Take your money and leave-no more lifting up my skirt showing off my leg Cause I'm shaking my fists in the air screaming for revenge "What can I do for your people?" You've done enough-just beg That we don't enlave you & turn YOU in the one percent I'll exercise my few rights if you please as I get friendly with my gun I'll point it in my direction-speed the dream of your tomorrow Together we must stand up & fight the disease 'til our war is won But war is not the American way-until you receive a draft card They're in our blood Like a diseade Remove them & the water Runs clean Copyright, Eric James 2002 |