Strange Times

By Ique

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 22, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450099233

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Contents

A BELIEF SYSTEM

A FOOTNOTE INTO TOMORROW

A RATION OF CAUTION

A ROOT OF ALL EVIL

A SAVAGE’S CREDO

A THEOLOGUE DIALOGUE

A TOOL OR FOOL

A VOLITIONAL CONSCIOUSNES

A WANTON APPEAL

AID OR AIDS

AIN’T IT TIME

AIN’T NO ROADS PAVED IN GOLD

ALLOWIN FOR INSTINCT

ALWAYS ON THE GRIND

AN ALTERNATED TWIST

AN ATHEM OF A BATTERED LIFE

AN INTERNAL ADVERSARY

AN OPEN SORE

ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE

AVARICE IS MY ADVOCATION

BALIN OUT

BEASTS OF BURDEN

BESET WIT TROUBLES

BOUND

BREAKIN FREE

CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY

CERTIFICATION COMPLETION OR ATTENDANCE

CHASIN A DREAM

CHOOSE YA WORDS

COEXISTIN

COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

CONSEQUENCES OF CHOICE

CONTENT OF CHARACTER

CONTINUIN ED

CONTRAPOSITION

CRIMINOLOGY, THE AMERICAN WAY

DA EFFECT OF INFLUENCE

DELUSIONAL

DEPRAVITY

DISINTEGRATED ERUDITION

DOTTIN THE I’S, CROSSIN THE T’S

DOUBLE STANDARD

DREAM CRUSHERS

DYSTOPIAN

ESSE SUI GENERIS

ESSENCE OF A MAN

FACTUALITY OF INTELLECT

FALSE POSITIVE

FOR A WHILE

FOREVER NUMB N DUMB

FROM WITHIN

FULL TO CAPACITY

GETTIN OFF THE FENCE

GIVIN IN

GO GREEN

GUILTY TIL PROVEN INNOCENT

HISTORY MAKIN

IF . . . , I’M TALKIN TO U

ILLNESS OF INTENTION

IN A WORLD SO COLD

IN ALL PROBABILITY

IN DA JUNGLE

IN DA LAND, WORLD OF WOO

IN DA SUNSHINE/OUTSIDE LOOKIN IN

IN IT FOR PROFIT

INCHOATE

JUST THE WAY IT GOES

LIFE AIN’T SWEET

LORDS OF LUCHE

LOVE’S SCHEME

MALADAPTED

MELTIN POT

MENS REA

MENTAL MALAISE

MIND’S EYE VIEW

MINISTRATION N ABSOLUTIONS

MISPERCEPTIN THE FACTS

MISPERCEPTIONS LACK

MORAL COMPASS

NO DEPOSIT & NO RETURN

OF THE ABSURD

ON A JOURNEY

ON PURPOSE

ON THE PRECIPICE

ON THE ROAD

PANDERIN REALITY

PEER PRESSURE

PESSIMISTIC

PLAYIN AGAINST YA SELF

POLITICS OF LIVIN

POSSE COMITATUS

POWER

PSYCHE

PUBLIC OPINION

REACTIVITY

RECESSION

RECIDIVIST

ROLE MODELS

SAGA OF OBAMA

SCARCITY

SEARCHIN FOR THE MAN

SELF ACCEPTANCE

SENSE OF SELF

SHOW PIECES

SLY SLICK N WICKED

SO FULL OF YA SELF

SOLILOQUY

SPIRIT OF THE TIMES

SPLIT PERSONALITY

STATE OF THE UNION

STATUE OF LIMITATIONS

STRANGE TIMES

STREET RELIGION

STRUGGLIN FOR LIFE

SYNOPSIS

TENDER MERCIES

THE ARC OF ARE

THE BANAL TRIVILITY OF TEMPTATION

THE CADENCE OF LOVE

THE CLOCK’S TICKIN

THE DAILY GRIND

THE GAUGE OF YA LIFE

THE SAGA, A LEGEND OF A GANGSTA

THE THEORY OF IDIOCY

THE WORLD, IT AIN’T PRETTY

THEATER OF THE GRIND

TRUST N BELIEVE

UNDERSTANDIN THE CONTEXT

UPON FURTHER REVIEW

WAKE UP

WHAT IS A WOMAN

WHAT NOW

WITHIN THE MAELSTROM

WORDSMITH

WRONG SIDE OF RIGHT

To Betty Jean the Producer

Mom to everybody else

A BELIEF SYSTEM

Life’s got me locked, in a box

Wit no way out, unless I figure out

How to end this drought

A shut mouth, don’t get fed n a empty head

Leads to a hard bed, wed to poverty, criminality n misery

Sobriety can’t keep the demons away or

From leadin me astray, a widget or gadget to the ghosts of the pageant

On blast, livin in the past, life is a hard Game, to play, when everything

Gets in the way, of progress n success

Bein taught a religion that feels like I’m in prison

Thru the prism of an illusion

Not what I’d imagine, when I started ridin

Describin my daily dialogue, the catalogue enumeratin a loiterlogue

Of bein da hard, hustlin, rustlin, tryin to retard, goin nowhere at all

In freefall bout to stop it all, wit careless whispers bout careless disregard

The have nots, feelin like a robot, in order to get it

I’m gonna have to invent it, bend the rules of society

When no one wants to hire me, after you’ve forsaken me

Makin me take to the streets n hood mentality

Medicatin me, the populace, to alleviate a false soberness, temperance

N anxiety, wit no ideology, ain’t no apology, I gotta be a G

Gangsterin my way up the hierarchy, creatin anarchy

Against an avaricious community, wit cupidity

Causin stupidity, in a vicious cycle, encirclin my mentality

Short circuitin my humanity, makin me a beast of burden

N you ain’t the warden, I don’t need a pardon

I ain’t thinkin bout dyin, I’m dealin wit survivin

Flyin under the radar, like a pigeon, to on comin traffic

Tryin to establish a racket, makin a criminal jacket

Manufacturin ways n means, outta criminal dreams n schemes

Tryin to hack my way thru the checks n balances

Wit few allowances, fewer alliances, more foes than friends

Findin a way to make ends meet, takin receipt

For which I eat, I can’t sleep wit fools, on the creep

An empty belly makes me gully, when my options

Are hilly, bein chilly willie, when I wanna be n can’t afford to be silly

When my choices are illy, goin hungry, bein homeless

Gettin angry, makin me dangerous, wit the onus bein arduous

Rigorous, makin dealin wit me treacherous, based on faith, truth

N access, I take what I make, tryin to get cake

I won’t, can’t wait, I gotta right this mistake, made by the fake

Formalized like a regimen, makin me into a heathen, a magician

If I wanna function against ya injunction

Callin me a menace, when ya couldn’t finish

Bein disingenuous, in a continuous battle

To unsettle, dismantle my belief system

On a mission, you can lock my body, but not my mind

I will grind, til I find another way, to climb up

Outta the gutter, abyss, usin every trick

In da book, til I look ya in the face, the eye n defy

All the angst ya supply, I’m gonna believe in me

Till I die, I’ve stopped fallin for ya lies, listenin to ya alibis

Wit an education n erudition, I will not be denied

Wit a brief system that raises me to the sky n

I shine wit pride, overcomin a long torturous ride

Exertin conscious control, of my life

Ain’t gonna be no mo trife, strugglin wit

Stress n strife, my belief system, is

This is my Life n I intend to live it, right

N not be like a thief in the night.

A FOOTNOTE INTO TOMORROW

Caught in the Bermuda triangle of today

Wit a foot stuck into tomorrow

Romancin danger, to which you’re no stranger

Entangled in the circumstances of consequence

Not understandin the inferences

Takin chances dancin wit the question marks

Lookin for answers, pretenders surrenderin

To the whims of the physical, doin the usual

All for perusal, not acceptin any refusals

Bein ransacked by a mindset that’s a criminal element

Seekin development, havin no deportment

Feelin that it’s not important

Livin for today wit the sorrow, a footnote into tomorrow

Tryin to wash away, cleanse the marrow

Hopin to not be a zero if I can’t be a hero

At least be a Zorro, beg steal borrow

Against life’s little issues n misuses

By the laws of the blind, fitted to the nines

On my grind, bein hopefully the good kind

Tryin to be prime, avoid the slime, in my rhymes

While U spectators ride the pines, sidelined

Due to a lack of mind, sleepwalkin thru life, wastin time

Schemin on a dime, dreamin a fantasy, tryin to be sublime

Makin ya pockets chime, while wallowin in the grime

Where U at, when it’s ya time at bat

Makin life, thru the stress n strife, takin life

Bein trife, marchin to the drum n fife, earnin ya stripes

As a failure to communicate, keeps the food off ya plate

Even for the scraps, ya too late, to participate

Ya can’t relate, livin ya life like it’s a blind date

U can speculate, bein a fool, ya don’t rate

Ya need to take a number, remember, so that ya don’t forget n procrastinate

Destiny won’t wait, meet ya fate, on the road taken, to avoid it

Collateral damage becomes the sandwich U manage

That’s between a rock n a hard place, you’ve become used to the taste

Sorted, tainted, how do, will U, handle it

Controllin life’s choices like a candle lit, givin voice to that which

Creates the truth of fiction, for it must make sense or it unhinges

Wit the past tense takin ya to the fringes

Designin the forensics as the Game singes, ya Conscience

Turnin us all into fanatics, combative

Wit ya emotions imprisoned, locked into the system

Makin ya decisions, leadin by division, obscurin ya vision

While treason arrests ya reason

It’s a fool’s n thug’s season, for all y’all breathin heathens

Believin, receivin deceivin information

As a consolation in ya consultation

Who cares if ya wildlin, on an island

No one is inviolate or have access to the real self

Violatin moral principle, as if U are on auto pilot

Which isn’t always, quite that simple, as a salad

It can be more intricate, wit no inklin, ya neva see it comin

Bein smooshed by livin villains n gremlins

Ballin like ya fallin, on the narrows, ya can’t see or

Read the tarot, as U barrel thru today

Wit a foot into tomorrow, ya can’t lead

All U can do is follow, makin ya life hollow

Misery luvs company, especially the fallow

Chafed n shallow, caught in the midst of the battle.

A RATION OF CAUTION

Lost in a sea of chaos, unable to survey the cost

Bein politically incorrect to wrecks n effects

A derelict, directed by the unexpected

Accepted as the usual collected, emotional control

Not selected, animus projected, wit hate resurrected

As ill will seems to have such appeal

Like a direct thrill, wit the hordes waitin, to get their fill

Ain’t no frills, tryin to keep it real

In this depressed economy, my hood, is like Dodge City

It’s kill or be killed, no matter what or how ya feel

Ya gotta deal or be like dat seal, when dey come for ya blood, to spill

N ya life gets peeled, natures all up in ya grille

Either ya a man wit a will or be like silly putty

U’ll be what I build, ain’t no appeal

Ya case has been closed, has been exposed

As a man, U neva again, can pose

When it was time to man up, U was adjustin ya hose

Pullin a trigger, bein a scared ninja

Instead of standin toe 2 toe, U was on a stroll

A ho, waitin to be sold, playin ya role

’Cause ya couldn’t pay the toll, ya masculinity is on hold

Why’d U pick up the dice n roll

Are U that willin to leverage ya Soul

In a world so cold, are U that bold

U could go hungry, if ya dependin on, waitin for the dole

If U are, get in line, wait ya turn

Ya can’t earn if ya burn opportunity

U got stuck ’cause ya bucked, UR on ya own

This is where ya roam, tryin to get back home

From down sizin time, til the uprisin, in, of ya mind

Life is inclined, to dine, if ya show weak signs

By grindin in da blind, it’ll put U in a bind

Behind a retainin wall, waitin for the call, to fall

Catchin hell, tryin to ball

U can’t stall the inevitable, when it seeks applauds

N the fence sitters are in unison, acceptin the conclusion

Bout the illusion of chaos’s union

Offerin nothin but pollution, as a solution to disruption

It’s got us all sufferin from the concussion

Givin the impression that we haven’t learned our lessons

You’ve got a choice, raise ya voice

Revolutionize or rationalize

Takin a ration of caution or tossin it out the window

Makin us all widows, mournin the passin of the intellectual

Settlin for the spectacle of bein vegetables

On the side of the road, opposin society, about to implode

Explode, ’cause conscience n caution has been eroded

N feelins for anything or body has been corroded

N violence versus tolerance, is accepted

This is the only way we stay connected, it’s a blessin

In disguise, if ya find a way to survive

Only the dead seem to be alive, I see in ya eyes, their faces

Shadows n places, spaces, wit memories, like a drive by, in life, askin why

Knowin we can neva, say goodbye.

A ROOT OF ALL EVIL

Misquoted n promoted, devoted to gettin scrilla

Even if it kills ya, is that, the root of all kinds of evil

Or is that how ya live n use ya tools, for survival

On arrival, a fool, is a fool, whether or not dey seem cool

Droolin like a maniac, chasin dem stacks

Bein stretched on the rack, an amoral attack

Usin crack, lookin at the facts

To be exact, ya allegiance to a pact

On ya back, neva bein given any slack

Are U the pimp or R U bein macked

Like a simp, an imp, by sex, bein hexed

Money, drugs n murder for hire

Per ya desire, how U feel the fire

Bein a denier or like a town crier

Collapsin like the economy, via mental sodomy

Deceived n corrupted, in a dichotomy

As if ya had a lobotomy, bein dragged down

By a society, hungry for money n the sundry

Like insurance scams, the divorce of the Fam

A lack of money can make Life crummy

Get U actin like a dummy, yieldin to a mindset

Gettin chummy, runny, ultimately leadin to a story

An allegory, that ya ain’t escaped here yet

As a lesson, to not bet, to teach ya that avarice can reach ya

As a Man or a creature, it’s a message from any vantage

On how not to be a savage, heed the adage

N not take advantage of human weakness

Fallin into the abyss, where 1 is dismissed

The result of kismet, far from bein blessed

Always bein tested, stressed by arrested development

In the chase, always outta ya element

Lookin for a settlement

For the love of money, is a root to, of all kinds of evil

It’s neva trivial, when ya travel, go off the path of life

Wanderin into the trife, bein rife wit delight

Choosin wrong over right, in a flight from reality

Acceptin prostitution n child pornography

Connected to avarice n cupidity, wallowin in

Stupidity n apathy, wit a lack of faith

In the Deity, it’s all about the money, for humanity

Contingent on what U see n its believability

Neither good nor evil, it’s a tool, not the rule

Whether or not, ya amoral

If ya have too much or not enough

Ya disposition can make the situation tough

N livin life can be rough

It ain’t noble to be poor or nice if ya snore

’Cause ya couldn’t score, whether or not U ignore

The source of all resources, U will be accountable

Even if ya don’t get the parable or moral

Either U elevate ya aim or charge it to the game

N not let infamy, be ya claim

Gain ya mind, so that U won’t have to be, on the grind

Becomin lost in the grime, THAT, becomes the real crime

Havin no idea of the sublime

Livin surreal, bein susceptible to humanity’s ills

Wit nothin but time to kill, emotionally contained

In a lame brain, reactin to how ya feel

Against any appeal or ya zeal

How are U gonna fight the battle, if ya under the saddle

It’s all uphill, n what ya need to know is

What’s real, thus learnin, how to deal

Wit the over indulgences, of evil.

A SAVAGE’S CREDO

Under the influence of the hustle, doin the lido shuffle

Ya can’t just use physical muscle, sooner or later

Ya better have n use ya mental or fizzle

Out here in the jungle, that corner, on the block, that spot, ya cot, the hood

Is it all good, as concepts, precepts n brain slips, occur

Makin U essentially naked, in the woods

Lackin any protection other than what you can project

Find a way to connect n not get dissected, attackin the facts

Where we are least respected, I pledge allegiance to be effective

To the credo of the savage, as I ravish the laws of avarice

Not the average, for there’s no leverage

Tryin to keep it real or managin to contain the zeal of how I feel

Bein denied my daily bread, makes me wanna spit lead

Led by my lack, not my head, it’s a sad day if ya get in the way

In this most dangerous, deadly Game, that we play

N forgiveness isn’t on display

We’ve been lost forever, neva to be found

Holdin it down or frownin, clownin, compoundin the situation

In a lack of appreciation, profilin the next victim

I can’t get it outta my system

Not thru a rose colored prism, if ya lookin for realism

I won’t appeal to ya Conscience, I appeal to ya greatness

Stop spectatin n start participatin

We don’t need to create avarice, I wanna feel the reverse

Taste the wealth of good cheer, bein perfectly clear of

Why we are here, I will fear no evil

There is time enough for Love

Do you have the strength to be a John Galt

As Atlas Shrugged, all ya gotta do is to live

Stop just existin, fence sittin

You don’t have to be a politician or a magician

What about bein a statesman, replace cupidity n stupidity

Wit avidity n intellectuality, the ability to deal wit reality

There’s a lot of people in the world, who have lost hope

Can’t stay afloat, are losin their Souls

To avariciousness’s goal, to make this a cold

1 order world, covetin absolute control

N bringin us all into the fold, as the entire pretense

Goes into the past tense, wit us in the clinches

As they suck up all the riches, turn us all, into haters

Snitches n b#t&hs, makin ya wish for baggy saggy britches

’Cause that’s all you’ll own as they clone

The reasons why we are the blame for a world

Gone insane, who’s the bane

We’ve just lost, playin this Game

Released as a beast, lookin to feast, ya gonna need a set of teeth

In order to eat, there’ll be no surrender or retreat

As sleepwalkin offers no relief, ya get what ya receive

’Cause it’s what ya believe, there will be no reprieves

From livin on ya knees or dyin, beggin please

Idle energy, can neva be appeased

The apocalypse, is our moral eclipse, a rite of passage, on human rights

For all us savages, stuck in a barrel, clubbin n grabbin

Livin a crab’s eye view, not knowin what else to do

It’s as contagious as catchin the flu

From the intellectual point of U, what R U gonna do

When evil lives, strivin n arrivin, before you can close ya eyes

Offerin alibis, always on the rise, all thru our lives

Whether born a king or a queen or somethin in between

Why does the average Joe have to live in slavery or abject poverty

Followin an ideology that supports whole sale robbery

The snobbery of a hate/slay policy, it was neva biology

More so like sociology, a psychology wit the pathology of a

Hannibal Lecter, takin no prisoners, killin all resisters

No matter, however, whatever, ya figure

Me n my cronies are, a hair trigger

This is what we do, under the influence of

This savage credo, in free flow, like a free throw

N ya missed again.

A THEOLOGUE DIALOGUE

Is theology, a mythology or a litany

In the bog of occultation, an exposition

Bent like time spent, strugglin under

The weight of the world, wantin to unfurl

Curled up in a fetal position lookin for transition

On a mission to break out like nuclear fission

Waitin for a transmission, deaf to intuition

Anglin, danglin, in this waste land, afraid to be a Man

On understandin, manhandlin opportunity

Like 2 magnets resistin, rejectin

Goin in opposite directions, wit no unity

Just abendin, lustin for admission, wishin

Wit no affinity for infinity, just dogs maulin

Ballin, soilin shot callin, haulin everything into

The black hole of ya Soul, swoll, sold on bein bold

Yet ya won’t come into the fold, wit no real goals

Just goin how it flows, on ya toes, in the throws

Of whatever arose, exposed to the infinite

Unconscious of the subject, rejectin that consciousness

Bein contentious, it seems so hard to be conscientious

U’d rather be a menace, optin for the furnace experience

Practicin that voo doo magic, a savage science

Dyin young, stung for fun, in the cross hairs of a gun

All U young chicken hearts, tryin to be a brave heart, goin a la carte

Thinkin U da best, not bein old enough to pass the test

Wit a reliance on ignorance, lackin the intelligence

To finesse the contest, dyin, takin a chance

Dancin in a trance, in love wit inscience

Romancin the application, optin for an idiot’s sensation

In the heat n heart of the Game, searchin for fame

Wit a faulty aim, like children, placin blame

Tryin not to be named as 1 of the damned

Endin up state property or bein quit by the blam

Caught in a scam, dreamin, schemin, a heartless demon

Lost like a dot com, leanin on Life’s crutches, cussin

In the clutches as a victim, always out to lunch

Claimin to be relevant, when ya outta ya element

Heathenly a contaminate, a hard knock school graduate

The consequence of ya circumstance

Not lookin forward, always backwards

Not knowin how to pay it forward, bein a coward

Duckin responsibility, not dealin wit reality

Lackin the ability to handle veracity

Maliciously avoidin judicious sagacity

Wit hind sighted stupidity, stealthily thirsty

Hearkin darkness, bein afraid of serendipity

Preferin cupidity as avarice leads us to the ledge

Off the edge like lemmings, fallin into the abyss

Not usin common sense

Set on a process of elimination

Livin in