I hate wakes. I hate funerals.

February 2, 2010 Leave a comment

I hate the fact that my grandma, always applauded as a sweet old lady, never once scold for the right reasons. Now, her children are not smart, not rich, not successful, chao ah bengs and ah sengs who wasted their lives catching fishes in the drains of KL, messed with gangs, women and now looked down upon by their richer and successful peers.

I hate the fact that I have nothing now, nothing to show in Church, nothing to brag at work, nothing to smile at when I look at myself in the mirror. That’s all I am, there is nothing for me, only a state change from a warm body, to a cold lifeless corpse, lying there in a wooden box, seen by tens for a few days and then turn into ashes.

Regrets oh regrets, I have alot of them. And I’m almost 30, what changes can I make? Oh, I really wanna change!!!

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CIA Study of Assassination

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The CIA and Nazi War Criminals

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Say hi to Martin Luther King Jr for me.

January 22, 2010 Leave a comment

http://www.infowars.com/ron-paul-and-a-timeline-of-cia-crimes-and-atrocities/

Mr. Paul,

You might not live for long, this challenge to evil might kill you. I fear for you, I really do.

More than 100 years of unchecked evil, passing under the noses of dead presidents and kings, even corrupting some of them, these evil grew has so blatant it ripped the fabric of mankind into piece, your skin color has caused more death than any of us, how will you redeem them?

Can the constitution save all of you? The GOP has fallen, so has the Democrats, which one of us is truly equipped to fight these ancient enemies? How long can you hold? Even if you’re elected president? How will the story unfold?

I hope you last enough for the last 2 to appear, if not…

Say hi to Martin Luther King Jr for me.

Evil must die!

January 22, 2010 Leave a comment

You killed God’s champions, you crushed the weak, you continously siphon our lives away, feeding on our hopes, our dreams and our lands.

And all we got is bones piling on bones, our red, bloodied land gave way, buried under bigger buildings that do not belong to us, hypocritical holidays and gutless leaders who suck your balls.

You come in the form of suits, crystal-like towers of wall street, military berets, pale white faces, better genetics, and high technology. But beneath these realities, you have no truth.

Do NOT harm us anymore! You have NO right! We WILL rise up and bring the fight to you. And drive you out of every fabric of this universe!

What’s dead to you will push through.

Amen!

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Rest in Peace, Dr. King.

January 21, 2010 Leave a comment

http://hypem.com/track/1016010

Bulletproof

VERSE 1 (Swamburger)

I was born King, pushing hip in 29, son of a preacher mind with the same name as he until at 39 he legally dropped it and changed it to honor a German protestant. I used to sing choir, went to college at 15, skipping 9th and 12th grade with big dreams of sociology and systematic theology… I’ma be like pops, (a pastor.) After 1954 I’m just that… 25 in Alabama facing lack of unity in tune with the omnipresent, I’m used to being “Jim Crow-ed” though. Relate to that! Where I stay there’s racial segregation. The measurement of a man is 98cents. Freedom and a home to write is $28.12 but I’m a long way from Walden I admit.

CHORUS (Alexandrah)

What’s dead to you is pushing through

VERSE 2 (Swamburger)

I played the game of victim too long to be a silent opposition to authority’s position. Listen! One day, while beginning a book I had a vision that would wake me in the middle of typing. Fast forward to the signing of that very book… (Harlem 58’) take a closer look. I was stabbed in the chest with an envelope opener, (black woman from Georgia named Izola.) Now, rewind back to that typing process, my vision of a promise-land in spite of death… people gathered speaking rather bold saying I was out of touch… “Bus boycotts are old.” Civil rights’ not a fight for the now even now in the present I’m learning how. Maybe I should just rest, slitter in my chest, pushing the envelope is not for the best.

CHORUS (Alexandrah)

What’s dead to you is pushing through

VERSE 3 (Swamburger)

No! I’ma wake from this… escape death while I gotta boat to fix. Reaper’s knocking but you can’t stop when a will to make a way is waiting over the mountain. So I wrote more books, led a people to action, marched on Washington with peace and passion, left the movement of the south in the north with Jackson, opposed war in Vietnam back to back then. Won’t sleep till the dream is alive… hold more rallies, get the poor organized. I believe in a date with death but if I gotta go now no fear is left… left away from stress. 39yrs to a King ain’t a thing what’s left… an absolute? Nah. Another living being wants to see if I’m bulletproof.

CHORUS (Alexandrah)

What’s dead to you is pushing through

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Women wanna get married

December 28, 2009 Leave a comment

Fuxking women power, it’s all a sham, at the end of the day, you bitches still feel vulnerable about being old and alone, a husband and kids will give u security that all those fuxking LV and prada can’t give.

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