I was mentored by Athena
I’m in love with a girl named katrina
And I like her sister hurricane Sandy hook
I’m from where the nepalese earthquake shook

We should be able to see the dark knight rises
without expecting any surprises
Can we get some help we’ve got a crisis with ISIS
Focusing with our Eyes is not what suffices
Our president’s presence
has set a president of unimpressiveness

Welcome to the black parade
Attending the capulet Masquerade
I was at the world trade
from the straight and narrow I have strayed
the alien maid goes underpaid
This is not my last crusade

Like the Germans call an empty truce
Alcoholism and drug abuse
It’s hard to be a heroine
when your veins are filled with heroin

To the son who does not know his father
Because that father didn’t have the energy to bother
He was tired of having the only drunk dad at daycare
Now his father is not there
This young boy turns to the same alcoholism that plagued his father
for a drunken one night stand he meets a girl who grew up to be an author
This girl bears his child
The begotten became the begetter, forgotten became the forgetter
and that same child lives to be clad in pain
doomed to grow up to be the same

Staring down a two barrel gun
two different idols
Sexual prowess and financial progress
Grown to live in boundless excess
Common standards of masculinity
create a masculine affinity
for use abuse and misuse
of the relationships all that surround them
and the conflicts that compound them
now the problems, they abound them

A man in the street covered in blood on the ground
a mix of black and red, call it michael brown
the withered black hand of a broken hearted mother extends
and points at those officers living on the other ends
of those racial railroad tracks
built on the backs of the blacks
When was the last time there were blacks in fairfax
sure their are a few but the population is minute
We must chase the myriad of problems to their root
We must end our cultural bias to substitute
one problem for another. It won’t be pretty and it won’t be cute
but the bottom line is “hands up, don’t shoot”

There are riots in Baltimore
because they want peace but want justice more
There’s a disconnect between black and white
missing like the Malaysian airline flight
You shouldn’t have to pass a hazard sign
to get to the marathon finish line

It’s tough play the game when the cards are stacked against you
Even harder to play the game when they already fenced you
into a prison cell locked out casting your blame to the cop
who caught you in the shop
with the gun that resembles those two barrels you stared down
suffocated by your tears fearing that you may drown
but like a spell you cast your blame
assign that shame wherever you aim
at whomever you claim to frame
as a culture we normalize the impulse to externalise
look at that same pointing finger
don’t let it linger
because the problem is us
even on that Oklahoma frat bus
yes that’s still us
I move that we resolve
to fix and to solve
Like falling of the twin towers
These problems our ours
Turn that same pointing finger in
put it to your chest and we’ll begin