Death In A Drive By
An old rhythmic rap about American Excess cards and gun culture. To be read aloud with a pulse preferably…
DEATH IN A DRIVE-BY
What could be worse than being shot in a drive-by
A block in the back of the head by a fly-by
Talked half insane by some half-assed wise guy
Getting stoned to death by a dread-locked I-and-I
Blinded right and left by two fingers of red-eye
Your heart lies in ruins after one bitchin’ bye-bye
A last supper microwaved ending up ionised
Secrets are scattered in a death-rattle final sigh
What could be worse than a Death in a Drive-by
When the whole Western World is living a White Lie?
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What could be worse than living dead as a beach bum
A hole in the head from a wise-cracking dum-dum
To lose the will to live in a mind-numbing humdrum
Drowning in whispers in a deep bowl of dim sum
Becoming enslaved to two black bottles of white rum
Lust-fuelled excuses when you know that you can’t come
You’ve nothing to say when your feelings have gone numb
You’re just a dirty dish in a sink full of pond scum
You’re eating humble pie down to the last crumb
A bovine steroid suck-ass choking on used gum.
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{ the camera pans across the crime scene
where a flash mob dressed as Marlon Brando
incongrously scat then scatter }
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Love like a cheetah when your libido’s on go-slow
Your life-story bombs when everybody’s a no-show
Like watching drying paint with the camera in slo-mo
Discussing your philosophy with people you don’t know
Santa pays for threesomes with his slay-riding ho’-ho’
Because you make your moves when the signal’s a no-go
You haven’t got a clue on how to go with the flow, Joe
There’s more to confrontation than to sneak in a low blow
Your taxi-rank gets hackneyed when she calls you a ho-mo
You’re chewing on a bullet when she cancels your promo
She’s a seppu-can’t debutante who bleeds in her do-jo
The emotional stability of a spasticised yo-yo.
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Praying for salvation in empty dust-covered pews
Searching crucifixions for the faintest of clues
Starry-eyed and witless reading yesterday’s news
Room full of cent jars for that impossible cruise
Another wingless bar-fly getting bug-eyed with booze
Sperm and blood and vomit on your blue suede shoes
That’s what life is like when you’re paying your dues
You’ve got nothing but a future – and a past you can’t lose
You’re up there on the rooftoop breathing fumes from the flues
You’ve got a sniper rifle that you know how to use
A douchebag with dynamite and you’re lighting the fuse.
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And you’re praying….
(put your hands together and pray for some fresh meat)
yes you’re praying…
(put your hands together and pray for some fresh meat)
yes you’re praying…
(put your hands together and pray for some fresh meat)
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{ it is night in Manhatten
the corpse of an innocent
cools on the sidewalk..
a doe-eyed cathedral choir
serenades a prelude
to the sirens… }
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What could be worse than a Death in a Drive-by
When the whole Western World is living a White Lie?
(c) 2016 paul D E Mitchell – audio music and instruments and voices by Paul D E Mitchell.
PRS protected
wassup blud? u is da badassest motherfucker in da hood, 4 real!
Blimey, mate. First Pronto, now you. Surely it’s only a matter of time before all the middle-aged men on this website are swaggering down the road with their trousers halfway down their arses and their baseball caps back to front, coated in bling and saying “Suck my dick, pussy mofo, I’ll burn down your grocery store!”
Respect blud.
Yo, bro – I haven’t followed the baggy trouser crew craze as I’m 60 this year! They just look like they’ve shat themselves or their nappy needs changing. Most rap is mysogynistic macho drivel but some is just rhythmically awesome. I could not resist taking some of the ‘ticks’ and applying my love of wordsmithery in a flick-book of audio imagery. The audio track is not my best work so I will rework it at some point! Thanks for the read and visit, blud. Blue Men are indeed singing the Whites. Mitch
This deserves a response but I don’t quite know what to say. There is certainly a rhythm going on, and I enjoyed the rhyming device. Rap is not something I naturally turn to (as often as not it’s hard to keep up to) but here I rapped at my own speed (It makes smile to say it) and quite enjoyed it. Would have enjoyed it a little more perhaps if I had been able to get to grips with what it all means. (Archiemac clearly did not suffer that problem)
Heres to the next time,
Michael
Hi Micahel – thanks for the read and comment. It’s an experiment in various rhymes, phonetics and rhythms usiing a flickering of US images on the net – a huge Californian muscle head became ‘a bovine steroid suck-ass chewing on used gum’ as they use super-strength steroids and a steroid-hound in a gym near me was using bovine steroids and his heart actually exploded during a power-lift. Basically it’s a thread of memory-flashes where a white US male starts drifting through fears of a drive-by shooting into drugs, failed relationships, excess and then ending up as a crazed sniper on… Read more »