Eyegasms

[Saint]

Slot Machine: "The Man with No Name"

The lone Vaquero, the desert’s only hero
Standing at the end of the smoking barrel
In dusty chaps and an old sombrero
Picking my teeth with a broken arrow
While I walk with that- wild west bravado
Living the lonely life of a desperado
Gunslinger, one finger to my best revolver
Running from the law on my chestnut bronco
It’s the western motto, I’m wanted dead or alive
Cuz I don’t back down once I get in a fight
It’s a measure of pride, no one’s a faster draw
My hand at my holster will be your last hurrah
Roaming the plains, I make my home on the range
Sleeping with the stars and a smoldering flame
The man with no name, God knows what’ll come next
Waiting for the day I ride into the sunset

[Saint]

Philo: "Identity Crisis" (..daring society to read)

This muggle snuggles in with fiction, close knit diction relieves the anguish
of trying to manage studying language, when the rest of society's canned it
See I'm candid in my writing, citing thoughts to keep in check
projected purely onto paper so to get direct respect
My thoughts I must collect, but my thoughts are who I am
so I collect myself to unleash me unto the page again
we've self taught thought in words, cost incurred? the loss of abstract
then society lost its backpack while trying to get its hat back
and language began to unpack -- 26 symbols to rule them all
punctuation fluctuation introduced to bring flow to falls
still these bigheads have the gall, to tout my studies superfluous
but I'll further get murderous with incestuous economists
who fear identity and the want to live and hide behind possessions
the only want I want, is to leave a self impression
but I can't impress myself and expect to learn my lessons
cause I learn from the roots up, and it eventually starts nesting
I twist words and it's a blessing... If money taught I'd make a purchase
but my self-worth is priceless... and therefore rendered worthless

[Saint]

Scavenger: "Entrenched"

metallurgic, my headcurbing urges are merking insurgents
while urban turbans are getting burned to a burden
it's heard of, purged streets divide cinder blocks
where misfired artillery beats spawn bitter hearts
and kiddiebits depict the bloodlust of our inner hawks
a million little coffins with ground children under radars
soft'ning it to beautiful, create the stuff that made art
Rhymin' over heartbeats, but my song's about to fade out
kissandtell with grenade shells, Persian carpet - crimson layout
oil up the strongest, capital blossoms poppy-scented
another Flanders Fields
and who'd have held it from the trenches
if they'd seen tomorrow yields
a million new ways of genocide invented

[Saint]

Ill nik-a: "The Visitors Walls"

I’ve seen so many plans, to take over the lands with soldiers at hand
lies, rights, using their might to move towards the stand
as cold back then…explosions, commotions, the blueprints...
destruction's corruption, the mushroom image & the talk of its uses
some called it abusive, but its victory, no matter the misery
as long as liberty remained a part of our history
whisperings, from personal issues to the World’s one & two’s
that goes from wars, to not believing the things a tobacco can do
interns chatting the truth, never seen scandals handled this clear
the remake of the compassion from where Madonna got her ideas
as I’ve been here to hear...the celebrations as we’re All For One
To the music from the different parties that have come & gone
even father, son…but we’ll leave that subject for another day
yall gassed from a bet gone bad tween them, Bin & Sadam Hussein
nothing’s changed, power’s controlled by the tusks of an elephant
But do u really trust the donkey who’s suppose to be a better friend
It never ends, remember then…the attack & the countering for respect
from getting the expensive Pearl back, to proud being a threat
no regret, u have no hopes from wisdom, seen the pay off to ur voting systems
race control poll positions, so they wont let u destroy their mission
dollars void ambitions, seen an actor actually being shot
considered one the greatest ever though his role never had seen the plot
Its being on top, but something I’ve always wondered & bothered
I’ve seen 43 different owners but why some stay longer then others
Lots things are covered, blame the forefathers, cuz there’s still more
If u remove the paint off me I know things the world would kill for
The real war, knowing the US’s past, future even whats going on right now
Cuz I know it all being the walls inside the white house