The walled city
Ever felt lonely and shifty, or phony yet gritty?
Perhaps you masked yourself with the essence of Kowloon City?
This town's prolific with the presence of the compelling witty black side of politics,
and government control is on hold while selling shitty wack lies to bold critics.
But we rose from the ashes and chose to live life till it crashes,
no headstrong masters or hopeless strong clashes;
nobody's dead wrong or homeless among bastards.
(Just don't mind the hazards!)
From scrapyards and cheap labor we savored our needs,
built trade systems that stayed with us as our oxygen to breathe.
House fires are common and sanitation is ignored,
a cheap price for doing everything on your own accord.
And the reward is a dynamic society that's pretty dense,
but it served a culture of magnificent free thinking citizens.
However...
The nuisance is smell but it's music as well yet abusive as Hell
cus' humans can lose it when it's too exclusive for them.
Only the stupid condemn a beautiful gem with basis on freedom,
and the rich always bitch from the corrupted eye that they see from.
The toxic relations evolved to a social threesome with obvious psychosis,
that's what happens when you tease the talents of an omnious Moses.
The gap between worlds closes as outside forces get embarrassed & pissed
that also knows the course of how to endorse an iron fist of wars done quick.
And that's when things went to shit.
Bit by bit the gov felt threatened by us and was constantly on it,
spoke bout lack of secure living conditions but that's mostly for profit.
Bulldozers guarded by infantry made sure that buildings went down,
filled wth hard to grasp feelings past the chance of healing I run around town.
I'm red/black in mind so I can't handle brown, I'm at the end of the line,
I breathe out a sigh of disbelief at the seaside and realize we'll never be fine.
As the ''magnus opus'' approaches these roaches swarm us to the brim,
fully clothed I take a glance at what once was and go for a ''swim''.