One – One – Nine

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20/20 vision, donald trump, electoral college, general election, hillary clinton, referenda, the popular vote

The popular vote doesn’t matter…
Popular opinion doesn’t matter…
For that matter, wake up and wise up.
Yeah… wake up and wise up.
You could pray all day to your gods and your prophets…
it will fall on death ears, the good ol’ U.S.A. is all about the profits.
You pray, they prey; it’s all about the profits…
they turn a blind eye for the profits.
The cost of higher education is sky high…
they’ll leave you drowning in debt while they pool the knowledge.
Ignorance is at an all time high…
I’m not worried about Trump, I’m more concerned about the Social Security Act and the fools behind the electoral college.
From the White House to your State Capitol, it’s all about the capital.
I don’t fear the clown headed towards the Nation’s Capitol,
I’m more concerned with the bills getting passed at the Capitol.
The capitalists on Capitol Hill are writing bills in exchange for capital.
You ain’t know?! The lobbyists pass bills to the Senate and the House…
you could bet your bottom dollar on the Senate and the House;
nah… you better keep you eye on the Senate and the House.
You better level up on the local levels…
stay God Body, and thank Trump for exposing devils.
Sound the alarm, we gotta rise to the occasion on a whole new level.
Life’s like chess, only pawns move abreast…
I’m borderline depressed; ain’t no love in the city – #facts!
And I’m sad cause I know a couple of spades that are still playing Pitty Pat…
actions speak louder than words, they’re plucking my nerves…
too much Tomfoolery and top hats…
too much lip service and very little public service;
they really need to stop that.
I’m glad we voted #noOSD but I’m disappointed in the JQC vote; we really needed to stop that.
One – One – Nine shall be one to remember…
but don’t mind me, I’ll be gone ’til November.
Yeah, I’ll be gone ’til Twenty – Twenty… not fishing; on a mission.
Yeah, I got 20/20 vision…

–@StevieStreets #dontmindme | One – One – Nine

Humans Are Inhumane

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humanity, humans, inhumane, make art not war, spread love not hate

I see humans but no humanity. -Peter Baranowski

#codeofthestreets:
The world’s gone insane,
humans are inhumane.

I just wanna create art…
and listen to John Coltrane.

These abstract thoughts paint pictures on the canvases of my heart…
yet still; it’s those still life impressions that help escape the mundane.

Too many cold hearts
got the world going in flames.

I just wanna erase the hate;
write my name in the sky,
mix watercolors in the rain.

I’m just writing my fate;
the world’s gone insane,
humans are inhumane.

–@StevieStreets the #spreadlove #nothate #poem | Humans Are Inhumane

Keep Your Germs Away From Me

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cough that way, cover your mouth, don't come to work sick, I should never see your snot, keep your germs to yourself, use a sick day, where's your manners

Remember back when…
back when people got sick and stayed home,
back when people kept their germs to themselves;
now they come to work sick
and ask stupid sh!t
like “are you sick too?”

No expletive expletive I was fine,
I got sick from you;
get duh expletive outta here with that sick too…

I should never see your snot,
keep your germs away from me;
there’s no bug going around,
we all got sick from you!

I can’t believe you didn’t cover your mouth,
where’s your manners?
Keep your germs away from me;
there’s no bug going around,
we all got sick from you!

–@StevieStreets | Keep Your Germs Away From Me

The Bane of My Existence

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diatribe

People that sit back and watch others take action

then jump on their high horse

with the you should be doing this

and you should be doing that

are the bane of my existence.

 

Don’t you know…

You can’t hate your way into existence.

 

It takes a little hard work and persistence.

 

Success is not a skill;

it is the result of consistence.

 

I just wanna spread love

and foster upliftment;

but nah –

you wanna to kill my vibe.

 

BIH, Don’t Kill My Vibe!

You wouldn’t like to see me löc.

 

Stevie’s thee wrong bloke;

don’t try to provoke me.

 

Don’t come at me with that – “my brother…”

I see through the mirrors and the smoke b’.

 

I know you hate to see me on a higher level,

yet low key;

you ought to know,

you would hate to see the old me.

 

Don’t make me give up my pen and my pad

for the silencers and scopes b’.

 

I know you want to make the pen my pad;

hate to see me giving out pens and pads…

I’m just tryin’ to save the youth

from becoming lifers and parolees.

 

I want to fill schools and libraries,

not prisons and cemeteries.

 

I just wanna remove the black clouds,

inspire a brighter day.

 

It’s gonna be a lovely day,

when they realize literacy

and education are the only way…

 

To escape poverty,

we probably – should redefine the educational system

and learn to recognize the failing symptoms.

It’s gotta be a better way.

 

But nah –

you want to take the grants and the fellowships away

and cut budgets when we say “EDUCATORS DESERVE MORE PAY.”

 

You ought to know;

educational excellence

should be the precedence…

always, forever, and everyday.

 

But nah –

the public’s best interest

is not in your best interest.

I am interested in hearing what you have to say.

 

Why is it that the interest…

on a student loan

will cost a student a house and a home?

I know you’d rather leave that one alone;

so we’ll leave that one alone –

admissions and student loans

shall be a tirade for another day.

 

Today is tomorrow’s history;

and the child is the future…

Therefore; we have to give the youth

the right-of-way to write away.

 

To be young, gifted, and black

is to be ridiculed.

 

I know you don’t want to see the rebirth of cool –

where smart is the new cool.

 

Why do you hate to see the arts being used as a tool

to make learning cool?

 

Don’t be cruel…

all I need is my pad and my pen

to unlock my zen.

 

I’m practicing art therapy,

studying the discipline

of writing my wrongs,

utilizing a pen and a pad

to right my wrongs.

 

I’m practicing compassion,

learning how we all have the right to be wrong.

 

I’m a student of life,

examining equal rights,

advocating when one’s rights are wronged.

 

I aspire to be a token of hope,

when everything you ever believed in is gone.

 

I’m building a platform where men, women, and children of all ages get along.

 

I’m bridging the gap with poetry, art, and song.

 

If you find something wrong with that,

you’re the one that’s wrong.

 

–@StevieStreets #diatribe | THE RANT COLLECTION: The Bane of my Existence