This Rat Race

(c) Breeze Vincinz



Is this ground sacred or scared?

Has this blood been spilled or received?

Are these demands or prayers?

Are they written or heard or seen?


Who gave authority to authorities?

Aren’t they too authorized?

Did the sisters forget about the fraternity?

Did the brothers forget to be civilized?


Am I in theory or history?

Am I in sad or misery?

Am I going down blistering?

And if so would you help me?


Is it my free will not to use it?

Have you turned myth into religion?

Can you find what wasn’t lost yet?

Is our life weighed by it’s contrition?


Do my shoes predetermine my path?

And if they’re $12.99 could I still dunk?

In this rat race who will be the last?

And if it was me would you give a fuck?


Am I in theory or history?

Am I in sad or misery?

Am I going down blistering?

And if so would you help me?


Am I floating or falling?

Am I screaming or calling

your name, your game your fame?

And if so would you help me?


Hot dogs and pepper mint

Afro juice and jumbo shrimp

Potato chips and thorny flowers

Grandmothers and golden showers

Basketballs and holy lands

Man-made witches and men with plans

Men with guns and men with ropes

Neglected gods losing their hope

Celibate Christians and utter lies

Warm milk and butterflies



Who’s the whore, who’s the john?

Who lost more than they really need?

Her problem if his dick gets hard?

Waste of poison or waste of seed?


Does my shirt predetermine my path?

And if it’s $3.99 would it change my luck?

In this rat race who will be the last?

And if it was you would should I give a fuck?


Am I in theory or history?

Am I in sad or misery?

Am I going down blistering?

And if so would you help me?


Am I floating or falling?

Am I screaming or calling

your name, your game your fame?

And if so would you help me?