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letra de the flood - mike east

they said stay right there
in the spite lair
they didn’t feel the vapor in the night air
a tempest at bay
i vent this sad way
a gl-ss pipe smashed in the ashtray
my silence is past date
this is the last day
you get to see a single gr-ss blade
floodgates –
water and mud waits on the other side
i’m opening the motherf-ckers wide
and the front breaks on the coastline
a cyclone winds in and the first throes blow minds
the status quo shattered
the rattled folk scatter to the rooftops
they think it’s pourin’ now
but these are dew drops
a deluge in the stewpots
cookin’ the frequency in your jukebox
shootin’ off imprudent talk, coughing
the pollutants making mutants our offspring
so i’m cleansing, it’s a downpour
and i don’t know what everyone’s waiting around for
build arks, build pontoons
be ready for the deadly impending monsoon
this is h2o and it’ll chase you slow
you need a buoyant, reliable place to go
when i say i spit liquid i mean that i’m a drowning victim
raised from the watery grave to take his bounty with him
the tide rises. the heart of poseidon declines five sizes
he calls aegaeon, “what it is, mayne?
we’ll do the whole world like we did brisbane.”
a wave tidal – a tsunami
to wash over this despicable jumanji
and as your wee vessels weaved outta sheet metal leave
and the sea level leaps several feet, peace like gandhi
the whole place is in a panic;
the people frantic, their very land married to the atlantic
oceanic, and i’m the riptide
if you’re out there, you’re comin’ inside
and i know it isn’t right to start natural disasters
ask my mom and dad, they’re practically masters
and i’m the product. not snow, but of a more fluid conduct
they made me, but i rebelled. had a parachute, but i free-fell
they said “miguel, follow that path and you’ll see h-ll”
but i knew that i was already there by the time i reached twelve
and they sheltered me
from the ever-l1cking flames so sweltering
they said hip hop was evil, along with manson and other prophetic people
but they were preaching from the pulpit
and of course they also taught me not to buy bullsh-t
and when i opened my eyes, i saw fire;
an entire civilization on the pyre
a stagnant quagmire of laggin’ satire
tryin’ to travel fast but always draggin’ the back tires
and it was obvious that the solution to the problem was aqueous
no solvent, just liquid, because it all seems so conflicted
i’m diminishin’ the ignition cause i’m a citizen of conviction
not usa or earth
now fluid days are birthed
you want it hot? i’m cold to death
the water’s high. hold your breath
none of you even saw it coming, did you?
that makes you all part of the f-cking issue
you shoulda coulda prevented it
the sediment settlin’ in my mental cellar presented a tentative torrent of enormous proportions;
a brainstorm
a whole different kind of audio waveform
you’re bailin’ out your banks but they’ll be draining soon anyway
and not the riverbanks, the ones that keep your pennies safe
this is a warning. head for high ground
seal the cracks, your waterproofing is peelin’ back
feel the draft? it’s comin’ outta the east
and the belly of the ocean is fed by the mouth of the beast
i hope you’ve all been listenin’ close
i hope i distracted half of you into missing your boats
because the surge is your proverbial pound of skin
i hope you all learned how to swim

- mike east

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