People Not Gathered- 'Into The Empty'

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                          Into The Empty

                                                               (A Neo-Classical Interpretation on the Effects of Modern Corruption)

                            Lyrics, Music & Production by K. Shoen. Released by ShoEnTeL Publishing

                                                                  ©2013 ShoEnTeL Music

Into the Empty                                                                    

In lights of Dark Amber

A battle’s concluded           
 No sentence commuted.

 Plucked from our station

 In extrapolation

 Discarded like refuse

To rot in displacement

(CHORUS-1)

            And all I see—

             Is the edge of all the blocked-out lights.

            No choice but to be

            An aging dog harassed into fights

Southbound and wayward

Afforded no favor

By street lamp we camp near,

As cash turns to vapor

We stand as pariahs

By corporate messiahs

Those gilded in stature

Just keep making paper…

          

(CHORUS-2)

            And all I see—

             Is the edge of all the blocked-out lights.

            No choice but to be

            The hungry dog growling at the night.

        
Rainwater’s leaking
Through holes in the ceiling

 Like cracks through the center of my dreams

So tired and wasted

Claustrophobic & Anxious

The Beast of This Burden: the Guilt is the Anchor

And Fear like a Sickness, contagious and impish

Judgment is passed by those who did not witness..

(CHORUS-3)

            And all I see—

             Is the edge of all the blocked-out lights.

            What Am I to Be

            Like A Dog bound and chained to the Blight?—

MeMo To A. : The Rap

Blood’s curdlin’ thick like on methadone

Busted out, shut down all when the struggle’s on

Slammin’ Doors, rollin’ eyes while U criticize

Raised U Like a Father, but now don’t sympathize

Long enough just 2 give us 1 hour

A hot meal, some support , and a simple shower

For all the speeches, the rants, & the banter

Sleepin’ street-side while U work on your cantor..

Preachin’ standards, and nothing of substance

Your brotha and your sista; they reap all the punishment,

And really, while U wanna act so straight-laced

All U bring to your siblings is a Punch 2 the Face

(The Presidential Break)

My Darling I Love You

All I Have is this Lean-to

This board upon Wheels as our home

For years you’ve depended
On me, your Lieutenant to defend & protect all our own

        And Why,
To stand in the presence of my precious descendants

 (With) this wreckage so high, I shake just to look

 In their Eyes —