Poems 4 Post Modern Decay

[Intro: ~Woman~]
 Poems for post modern decay
 [Zion:]
 Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain
 Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
 To be good worker bees, you can work for me
 $2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street
 Economoic malfuction, consume corruption
 Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor
 Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor
 By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady
 Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti
 Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty
 [Chorus: ~Zion~]
 (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
 I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
 (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
 I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
 [Aesop Rock:]
 Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
 What are you consuming
 Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
 Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
 Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king
 Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
 That's why the low brow plow through a government name
 You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
 I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
 Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
 My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital
 [Zion:]
 I keep fallin' like I'm trippin
 I keep callin' be my prescription
 I keep fallin', and I listen
 I keep callin' for some assistance
 [Repeat Chorus: (2x)]
 [Zion:]
 Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I've seen my eyes wide
 Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal
 Watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn
 [Aesop Rock:]
 Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate
 Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake(?)
 Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies
 [Repeat Chorus: (2x)]
 [Poem:]
 Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it
 Speak ease even conversations is nuclear
 They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs
 Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin
 What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you
 Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge
 Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways
 But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages
 Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations
 Attempted depletion of a righteous nation
 We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin'
 My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide
 They can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope
 My history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound
 And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground