I nearly died June 16, 2025 from stroke-like symptoms in Mexico. It is obvious now that the very surveillance tech and ideology which purports to “prevent” me from harming you will, perhaps obviously if you understand the history of these movements, kill me … and nobody will give a shit. The official cause will be ‘natural,’ it will be a senseless tragedy, not the obvious byproduct of remote sensing, 5G, and satellite systems which automatically seek to ID and track my body, as if it were an electronic device, in real-time, without any care for the obvious risk that human bodies are not made to withstand this. See the I’m Being Killed and In Memory of Brody, who was similarly murdered, pages, for more on this as yet unknown-to-the-public topic.
It was not a coincidence that I became symptomatic the instant that the cab I was in en route from spotty cell phone zone of Pluma Hidalgo entered the 5G / 4G+ zone circa Huatulco (where I was supposed to catch a plain to Santiago, Chile, not back to the bullshit USA for emergency medical attention). I was basically “blasted” with what felt like a microwave frequency, the same as I have felt in similar “high security” zones (Huatulco is a tourist trap, excessive buildouts of AI enabled security systems and all that bullshit to protect all you precious gringos … from me, or so goes the narrative), and it just happened to not relent. My blood pressure spiked to near 200 systolic, I was just losing my shit, losing consciousness, legs shaking and shit, going numb, hands getting super cold, BEGGING this Mexican medical staff in my limited Spanish “por favor! Mas rapido! Medicina ahora!” (they had informed me they were going to drip a blood pressure med into me but were taking their sweet fucking time). Why were they so nonchalant and seemingly uncaring? Back to the bullshit and disinformation that causes all of these situations in the first place. They receive basically an alert that says I am a “drug addict” (I am not, I never was, I never will be, but that’s kind of the underlying assumption when the forensic justice system rapes you with an unearned “mental health” stigma), so they’re interpreting my desperation, shaking body, and desperate Spanglish pleas as signs of a guy tweaking out of his mind. They contacted my family in the US to apparently ask just two questions. “Does he use drugs?” “Are you sure?” In short - they didn’t give a fuck.
I RIPPED the fucking IVs out of my god damned fucking arms and just bolted out that mothafucka, running down the street, desperate, fucking barefoot and zigzagging and trying to cover the spewing blood with a nurses scrubs shirt thing that I grabbed off a chair. Well, I’ll continue this nightmarish story later, just scroll down for my last raps, you can kind of get the gist of what I have been and was going through to the end, basically this predictive surveillance shit is not just a civil liberties issue people, whatever they’re now using in the way of remote sensing and I assume heartbeat detection to replace mere face rec is packing a punch that is more than enough to kill living beings on the spot, and I don’t think it’s an accident or a glitch. Note how above my fake ass “truth” in their systems is that of a drug addict. I believe this is probably intentional, that they are sort of remotely frying drug addicts, and since real drug addicts do have drugs in their systems most of the time, it can easily be chalked up to an overdose. That is where MY death WILL BE difference, there will be no other way to explain why I dropped the fuck dead at such a young age in exactly the fashion that I said I would, with zero trace of anything. In other words, it should be suspicious because it is suspicious, and it’s suspicious because it’s intentional and because it happens to be a murder, BY the state, laundered through third parties and a fucked up array of undetectable digital weapons marketed as “safety” features of Smart Cities. It’s why I write below “I’m proof of what Conservative agents of states do, first they erase the truth and proceed to erase you.” This has been a long time in the making, I did and said all I could to stop it, to get “good guys” to help, and was taken for a joke … oh wait, not merely a joke, but apparently a drug-addicted joke. WTF?
What happened when I finally returned to the USA, after miraculously surviving Huatulco? I checked into the hospital, and was promptly escorted in a fucking wheelchair by ARMED guards to a jail cell inside the hospital and told I was on a psych hold for … “acute psychosis” …. and when I begged to be released, let alone seen for my MEDICAL issue, was threatened with a more punitive detention, and it as noted that “some patients (meaning me) are dangerous to other people in the hospital.” When I needed to take a piss i was handed a cup, like I was being given a drug test .… I mean, this shit has been so fucked, I hope none of you have to go through it. What I realized was that I was being treated like shit on the bottom of these people’s boots for the same reason as in the Mexican hospital … both were getting the same bullshit alerts about me and being pre-prejudiced by a system, or third party provider of “security,” that led both to kind of view me as some combination of threatening person and unworthy person. And - both effectively left me to die. I STILL have not had anything done on my actual body to get to the bottom of what happened in Huatulco, and continues to happen here in the America, in very specific locations and at very specific day parts, as if I’m receiving remote electroshock treatments on a Hitler-esque schedule. Doesn’t sound like acute psychosis to me, that sounds just like the very things predictive policing boasts as its “intelligence,” the ability to aggregate Person, Place, and Time to tell these morons when/where/who will commit a crime.
And it’s not just the senseless reckless death that eats at me, it’s the abuses that precipitated this and more importantly, the absolute lack of concern from the “good guys.” All of these remote sensing technologies which totally took over and destroyed my physical health beginning in early 2024 are also used in tandem with bullshit stalker apps that summon The Worst Human Beings Imaginable, the Right Wing Populist Class and the Useless Government Bureau Class, to show up at your real-time location, stalking the shit out of you in the name of “preventing” things that never happen anyway (or rather, I don’t do or think about these things because they are part of some idiotic loser vigilante fantasy world, not my world) - “violence,” “kidnapping,” “vandalism,” “trafficking,” “terrorism,” “arson,” “organized shoplifting,” …. pretty much all the bullshit you’ll see at any Video Analytics or Data Broker brand’s bullshit website. So it’s not just the death itself, it’s the false crime reports, the bullying, the hotel evictions, the special seat on the airplane, the stalking, the bigotry, the demeaning “investigative” questions, the involuntary commitment when I go to the hospital for medical help (because they’re informed that I’m “on drugs”) … it’s been more bullshit, more times, than any of you will ever know (other than my abusers).
This shit has been widespread and going on continuously in my life since early 2024, clearly gets worse everytime I attempt to travel or make any form of movement, esp withdrawal or transfer, of currency … and within that realm, especially crypto even as I feel those profiting off it are getting rich while simultaneously promoting a myth that all the rest of us are utilizing it in a criminal capacity and making it a flimsy cover for … well, as you’ll read, murder I mean “an investigation into transnational crime.”
So yeah, here are my rhymes! I might be dead by the time you read them and that’s why I’m posting them, DEFINITELY not good, but to give a sense of what I was under leading up to my death, that I was aware of it, that it was murder, not an accident. Since I won’t be here after the fact, I need to make clear my expectation of harsh punishment for all who were complicit in it (I hate the word “negligent,” it is way too merciful in this case, kind of like Nazi henchmen who “just followed orders”)
Don’t get me wrong, the parts of Mexico I had control over were DOPE! I got like 6K km on this dual sport I bought in about 40 days. Some of the most beautiful shit I’ve ever seen. But those are the areas that are surveillance-free. It all went, and will always go, to shit, once I hit the “AI enhanced” zones, and it is a pathetic commentary on what sorry ass losers this new economy appeals to and empowers.
I tried to get medical attention three times the past two months.
The first was when I crashed my bike and fucked up my shoulder, ankle, and elbow. I was literally oozing blood out of my body from several parts and yet I was interrogated harshly by medical staff at Santa Maria Huatulco about why I was in the facility and whether I intented to commit violence against others. I was like “DA FUCK?!?!” and just fucking left. I just went to a god damned farmacia, bought some gauze and vaseline and shit, and then, get this … pulled over out of frustration at a butchery! A carniceria! And it was staffed by these 4 women. And they were SO AWESOME. They just dropped the chicken carcasses they were dismembering, slipped off their blood-soaked gloves, and were like “sure we’ll help you get this bandage on.” And they did, and they did SUCH a better job than the bitch ass medical establishment! More importantly … they were not paid for this, they did not expect to, and they simply did it because they saw a person who needed help (try wrapping a bandage around your shoulder with one arm, possible for sure but such an annoying little bitch of a task).
That became and remains a theme for me, that reminds me of “1984,” the whole Doublethink thing, where if it’s called say the “ministry of healthcare,” that they are more likely to harm you than help you. Whereas if they make no claim at all, and are simply members of the general public with no government strings attached to their back, who happen to not suck ass morally, they will do right by you.
I later had a massive medical emergency, surely caused by the very establishment which deems me a “threat” and uses 5G and satellite frequencies they would NEVER test on themselves to track my real-time movements, and again … more of the same. I was left on a medical table to die! I ripped the IV out and RAN from the hospital to save myself.
The most massive mistake I made the next day was to forego my scheduled trip on to Chile … because I was too medically fragile to be isolated in the air for 16 hours … and instead flew back home to my home country of the USA.
I went to an emergency room after landing, very sadly the same exact hospital I was born in and … upon listing my symptoms, losing consciousness, losing feeling in my legs, losing feeling in my hands, everything going black and everything going cold … I was directed to a room where I was SURROUNDED BY TWO ARMED GUARDS and which had not a real mirror but a jail mirror, a tin plate that you can’t break and cut things with. The door was locked and the “doctor” answered all questions about my symptoms extremely condescendingly.
I asked to leave and was told … you can’t!
I was placed on … get this … an involuntary psychiatric hold while in a life-threatening medical crisis, and was discharged for “acute psychosis” after pleading, desperately, for my release. And I remain in a very fragile, precarious state. They did absolutely no testing of my heart, my brain, instead commissioning a 23-year-old “CRISIS SPECIALIST” as the big sign around her neck read, to watch me sit in a chair.
ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME? AMERICA!?!?!?!
WHEN I die, I demand prison time for all stakeholders who have brought about my needless death, especially because the pretenses (that I am the threat which they must mitigate, and that I am “sick”) are utterly false. Not a bullshit civil settlement which is funded by us the taxpayers. Put real medical practitioners, real law enforcement officers, real security guards, real “threat detection” third party private security software and surveillance contractor leadership, behind bars, for a long, long, long, long time. This is murder, not an accident, not manslaughter, straight-up murder.
Anyway, here are my raps. Note all “happy” shit I write about Mexico is in the early innings before I put my ID on, you guessed it, a government radar. Before I register my motorcycle with Semovil, before I hand my passport to banks to get money (mind you I am DENIED access to my own money now by all Mexican banks, and subsequently treated like a drug addict and/or trafficker by the very community I attempted to withdraw in, denied all hotel spaces, basic services, shit is sooo sooo fucking fucked). The reality of Mexico? At least for a red-flagged guy like me? They are White Republicans in Disguise. haha. A VERY Conservative xenophobic place. Mexicans are just like you / us. All this “fuck Trump” shit and then they treat Central Americans like terrorists and are super colorist and racist and hierarchical within their own country. Super intolerant of LGBT people. Horrible history of treatment of Asians and Caribbean black people. But is it their fault? Only kind of. I believe the US is the puppet master pulling their strings and presenting me to them as a “threat” and bringing all of this into existence. they
Anyway, I could go on and on. The fact is it has nothing to do with USA or Mexico. It’s specific types of people, specific industries and institutions, those most closely tied to government. Lock their leadership in prison, if they claim “just following orders” or “misled by a private company that tells us who is a threat,” call bullshit, and lock both them and their private third party go-betweens in prison, and show no mercy, as they have for me. They all deserve EXACTLY what they have done to me, period. And if I drop dead, and it’s not legal to do the same back, that means PRISON, not a bullshit civil suit, HOLD THEM TO IT. Both sides of the border, US, MX, horrific murderous little Fascists but I would argue ESPECIALLY those in the US.
Fuck it, I’ll just paste all the lyrics in here since nobody “trusts” the links.
OAXACA RHYME BOOK TYPED
So yeah, I guess I write raps when I travel, lots of device-free time with shit else to do. I just drank beer and wrote in Oaxaca I guess bc I had the most time there, but I found a few Little scraps from various marathon trips that i put in the bottom of the doc too. Theyre not Good but are a symptom of injustice, whenever im writing a lot, im going through a lot, its a sign that there are injustices in my life not being addressed or seen and i see no way out. So yeah, travel activates a huge number of triggers that bring “private public” partnerships into my life in very very very bad ways, hence the need to get it out on paper.
Theres likely lots of typos bc it was on Mexico / Spanish autocorrect, sometimes it just changes words and I dont see it, annoying as fuck.
LAST 2 RAPS BEFORE MY “MEDICAL EVENT” (assassination attempt!!)
Sittin in the rain, forest
Knowin that i never Will evade those who came, for us
Used to hide the hurt, now my dermis just plain, porous
Everything gets, to me
Semiauto legal but they wanna ban a sex, movie
Government decisions seem informed by urban folk, lore,
Chinas building roads and we just wanna fight a woke, war,
Lives, gettin lost because they manufacture dope, for
Americas neglected youth who got nothin to hope, for
The déficits in dollars but it also deals in dignity
Were like the kid at lunch who wonders “why no one Will sit with me?”
Meanwhile the leadership is in the weeds, bickering,
And other countries copy that so this is not a mystery,
Why we on the brink of global Right, Wing, populism
Dummies drivin into crowds and firin off, shots in em
And they say to fix it give mo money to yo fed, gov,
ICE, kid, nappin ya through ya digital bread, crumbs,
Palantir to AXON to other con, tractors,
Got bounties on the journalists the activists the rap pers,
Celebrate these dumb, fuck mullets with their rubber bullets
Elevate the xenophobic quotient to the fuckin fullest
But its not sustainable, like the coal, industry,
Knowin that they undercuttin those, who would intervene,
Call it “Hive” Mind but theres no, antihistamine
I think its high, time, that the antidote to this is seen,
If we dont, do it now the future gets the last, Word,
Never let em grind ya down raise up, on the bas, tards,
Since theyre bout to kill me let it posthumously resonate
We all decide the future so lets opt for love instead of hate.
The law neglects the obvious so Destiny? We got a date
Tech abused to con, solidate the politics of hate
Cut a bargain with the state to put a target on my face,
Sold on darker gray, markets even Harvard isnt safe,
Power to the coward and the dead, soul
No tolerance, thresh,hold for intellectuals or transexuals,
Biometric catalogues, cross, ref in real, time,
Off-the-record stalkers keep the victim silent seal, my,
Lips and if i speak they got a fingerprint on this, too,
So i cannot hide i cannot seek or even wish, to,
“Hope” is for the hopeless so i cling, to it
Got a Good, ring, to it
Even though my murders certain and it might, seem, stupid
Im only as free, as my op, tions,
Allow me to “Be” like Common calm, cuz i got Sense,
Just, not enough to keep me out of this predicament
With Far, Right, Hench, Men, harvestin my fingerprints,
Set a man, free or let a man, be
They dont love America, they just hate the people who they cant be.
Im livin in my No, Phone, Zone, Never Let the Clones home in cuz I wrote my own, poem,
Evidently my defenses slippin when the stones thrown,
Fuck these knuckleheads I need my bone, blown, in my own, home,
This aint livin Marvin all they want is everything I ever touched,
Ill never be forgiven for the dreams I never clutched,
Schemin in a system that believes Im rather touched,
Persona Non Grata cause I seen a Little much,
No turning back because my gov runs da planet,
Im winning back my life, and The Right, cant stand it,
Rejected by my own when the feast turned to famine,
Never hide, ran, when their lies ran the gambit,
Im proof of what Conservative agents of states do,
First they erase the truth then proceed to erase, you,
Reductivism standardless claims and they aint true,
Enough to get the marionettas to hate you,
9-11 more than 2 buildings, the breakthrough,
Pretextual crisis, surveillance, a state coup,
Now we cant say whats important they hate truth,
Its why they call their victims the Villain and make you,
Believe that the terrorist bogeymen and the witches,
Lurk within inches of all you ignint punk bitches,
Give up your power give up your freedom Independence,
While automated autocratic bots cinch lynches,
Nobody knows, how many names or where the list is,
By now it dont exist were just hidden in strings of digits,
Inside private algorithms hidden in private business,
Crackdown performative like all forms of White resistance,
All to suppress, public pressure on public systems,
Distract you with snippets of dance trends and cute kittens,
Theyre tappin YOUR phones, to track my whereabouts in buildings,
Not “for your safety” because the radiation kills me,
Literally microwave me while nobody grills the,
Real, meat of the issue forever protect the guilty,
Digital Senator Joe McCarthy did me filthy,
Because hes back in charge of this cryptic digital realty,
Servers never get served papers, theyre jurisdictionless,
The “Justice” System feigns ignorance because its Christianist,
Its why the rise of 360 spies, has been, frictionless,
Good for The Establishments business self-interest,
Example: pins and clicks aint the profit model for Pinterest,
They reidentify ya tie metadata to biometric signatures,
Im gonna need, your hands off, my John Han, cock,
But who do you call when the hatched plots by the damn, cops,
Who cook up these characters so generic,
From Anti-American, Nihilistic, Antigovernment, then Brand ya “Terrist”
Its time to make the prejudiced manipulators,
Pay the full Price, for the lives, that they took for favors,
Money power disrespects all theyre really made of,
Americas losing Her face to these self-interested haters.
“JUDGES AND THE JURIES BE A LITTLE TOO ACQUAINTED, ENDING UP DEFENDANT WHEN WE SUPPOSED TO BE THE PLAINTIFF!” Not mine, I love that line, it so perfectly defines my whole life the past 10 years, not just in terms of a court setting but especially a public setting, the community safety snitches, the cop callers, the eyes of the community so clearly “in” very tight with the responding officers, everytime it is a fucking setup, all over Planet Earth, not just USA, so long as there is a Far Right and the ability to geolocate and share-doxx thatinfo, which there always is!
Blooded on the canvass is better than this,
Cuz all they do is mock, talk, shit, gossip and diss,
They all up in my business but not in my, kicks,
And only winnin competitions that their mafia fixed,
I HEARD I was involved in a cryptofraud, scandal, (chisme)
I HEARD I was a child, nappin drug addicted vandal,
I HEARD my companys Venmo payments were a lie
And Im a paid agent provacateur for Some Guy,
I HEARD I cut the course and thats how I qualified,
For London and Boston cuz they “know” Im always high,
I HEARD I was a violent schizophrenic on pills,
I HEARD my moms printer makes my counterfeit bills,
I HEARD I was a drunk, and for once, they were right,
This abuse, makes me choose, to stay numb, to the plight,
I HEARD I was abusive and suspected of neglect,
Of my pet, whose aggressive and a serious threat,
I even HEARD that I was homeless and its partially true,
I built my business in a shelter homey what, in the fuck did you do?
Not a lot to help Im out from under rocks, that felt,
Immovable cuz they were cast, by the cops, in stealth,
And all their snitches like a flock of birds,
Droppin their Little White lies like those Little White turds,
Takin out their problems on the artists and nerds,
Sittin on their arse, in their cars, in the burbs,
Claimin theyre guardin some, yard where they Heard,
There was a Black, guy observed “causing problems” and “cursing”
At a person who they “know” is in, herently per, fect,
When I rolled up their Stalker App Alert got to chir, pin,
Thats when I said “Im the worst, person on Earth!” since,
Consensus, says,
Its flat, anyway so whats the sense, in fighting rumors?
And fightin “El Chisme”?
Lovers gonna love, haters gonna doodoo on these, names,
Regard,less I feel that its heart,less but its hard to detect,
Like farts, in pools,
And im not the sharpest, tool,
So its harder yet for me to out, Smart, the fools,
Who mob, me,
Privately theyre sick but publicly theyre “perfect” like that dude you all trusted, called Cosby,
Odd, ly, I HEARD I was a threat to women,
But I also Heard Projection protects, the ones sinnin,
Spinning a narrative that I never wrote,
Set me up for killin my carácter with their less, than clever quotes.
RAP 3
Here its quite “Sonny” but Im livin like Cassius,
Attacked by my own countrys power hungry fascists,
Float, like a butterfly? Or squirm withthe maggots,
Sick of takin shit from these fake ass Catholics,
Everytime I touch greatness they add asterisks,
Pathologizin my eccentricities and passions,
Deprive me of my dignity like Palestines rations,
These bas-tids hit lower than my damn tax, bracket,
Only reason they surveil my internet packets,
So they can hack my life, sabotaje and ransack it,
Residential red lines and hotel black lists,
Reduce me to the ranks of the systematic gaslit,
The governments just usin me for prac, tice,
Like a fat, bitch,
On a sexually insecure mans, mattress,
Trainin systems on my biometric features,
Sacrificed to these repugnant Republican creatures,
My murder wasnt always the case I was a teacher,
Now Im cooped up in a beaker with these suicidal tweakers
Institutional oppression like Lateef a truthspeaker,
Now Im danglin from 10, story buildins by my Peter,
Yearnin for the day when these Basic Ass Bitches
In the data bróker business get a face of black stitches,
Til that day comes let my raps fight my sentence,
And drink my self senseless to brighten up my lenses,
In my darkest hour I will probly prove a coward
But I try to find the power yet and still to Fight The Power,
Silly ass, slacktivists Im not just rappin in the booth
I really live it call me Little Dap because Im “Livin Proof”
Who will you believe the mass manipulators or the truth?
Hit the fader check ya later Thought Police is at the stoop.
RAP 4:
The system did me in and never did a thing for us
Now my lifes in danger like a rain, forest or gay, tourist in Jamaica
Strugglin to keep my brain nourished
Getting served a shitty algorithmic plate of plain porridge,
Hearin Q Anons and morons, repeat the same chorus,
As we walked the block we live on, the “Fifty” came for us,
Give a fuck about yo property aint got consent to film me
I dont think theyre stopping package pilfering theyre trying to kill me,
Surveillance is a mechanism that protects the filthy,
Rich and “angertains” these hill billies out to bilk me,
The Christian Right n Left, stay united by their realty,
Summonin the Blue, who, always find me guilty,
Funny how the “witness” also happens to be “friend”
And corroborates a tale that never happened once again,
Whats the real agenda whats this castigation for?
Who did I offend and why does true, evil get ignored?
Whose the Scapegoata filin up his algorithmic rape, quota?
Changin up the data for this populistic hate, fórum?
Im bout to “crack” as if Im coca mixed with bakin soda,
Need a bigga boat than Noah to escape the take, ova,
Artificial smarts, next, opiate for masses,
Winds, at the backs, of your xenophobic asses,
Locate, then hunt me,
Commiserate with like-minded cunts from your country,
Then watch us all starve, cuz the data farm is hungry,
And waters dried up,
Cuz these flying monkeys wouldnt settle down and wise up.
RAP 5 the controversial one, xenophobic attacks against me BY MEXICANS if out of fucking control and I might die.
I was accused of a hate crime by a great liar dont make it true,
She knows for a fact like I do cuz I live here that Mexicos racist too,
Ironically they claim that were all racist, and then, turn, to the same baseless debasement,
Its a thin like between nationalism and pride, ask indigenous tribes who raped them,
Tried to take them, out, of society
Colorist, hierarchy, dont lie to the,
USA, preyin on the ignorance
As if Hondurans aint gettin fucked at Guatemalan entrances,
By the same lies,
By the same stereotypes,
By the same sycophants doin the dance for the whites,
Except for me cuz of my criminal past,
Or LGBT cuz your religión is chaste,
Of course until someone with status fucks his kid in the ass,
This culture of Machismo gives the biggets bigots a pass,
The sex abuse reference is real, just spittin the facts (some dude told me it is VERY common here and under wraps, he reiterated VERY multiple times, I dont doubt it)
Who wants to talk about Asians or Caribbean Blacks?
You wanna keep claimin Im racist? Take a glimpse at YOUR past!
I mean its flagrant to this day its like a system of caste,
How the fuck am I supposed to feel when your fiction was fast,
And loose,
And when its home to roost I hope your system is crashed,
Cuz I used to love your country like my own until The System amassed,
Vicious attacks and when I say “bigot” it isnt “mustache”(haha couple dudes literally thought I was calling them mustaches)
So dont mistake, my resentment for hate,
A lot of chill people I know here feel the same but its a risk they dont take,
Cuz in “conform or die” society
ya gotta suppress, The truth and live The Big Lie to get by and eat
I feel this clairvoyance hearin birds in the rainforest
Got me minimizing human rights abuse as mere annoyance,
Im not against Mexicans I want the best for them
But means are as important as the ends and when the spectrum bends,
Light in a direction that applies pressure, to the Messenger
Instead of the Grandmaster, (get it? like Flash “The Message”? Grandmaster. Flash. Messenger? No. Well fuck you I was drunk)
To make it better then we ALL fall divided,
Societys corrupt, dumb and violent when the best of us remain silent,
We ALL need to take responsibilityfor how we might treat,
People we dont agree with when we see em on the Street
Which I guess includes me,
But how can I comport when oficial and opinión courts collude to screw me?
I guess my life was made, for a movie,
Cuz in Mexico my last names Man first names Boogey.
RAP 6: the longest in human history. Longer than Bigfoots Dick. Probably only like one stanza in it is dope. Just killin tizzime.
Sippin on a lotta Victoria latas tryna plot a way out political extrajudicial lock, up,
This tall can, is four seven three milliliters,
40 hectares is four, thousand by four, thousand meters,
Will I ever feel numb enough? Or own enough space?
To protect against the hate, that traps me in this place?
If my captors got God on their side, but not Grace,
Who the Hell can I rely on when they clock me in the face?
(why the righteous stayin silent when they mock me to my face? ALT LINE)
Gettin punked by these punks,
Why I stay drunk as a skunk,
Ten years and countin fatalistic now the ships done sunk,
So whats the use in the veneers,
When the rumors in the ears,
And the court jester judges you
The “Next Mass Shooter” and a “user”
And the fears, like a tumor or a legend nothin true but to your peers
They can smell a Little blood in the sewer as it nears,
That, simple Little gerbil on a loop between two ears,
All my pain caused cuz ya fuckin brains lost,
Angertainment shames all the fakes and the lames got,
They just makin claims, dogg, and never met a proof burden,
Dyin from ya lies I often wonder will The Truth hurte m?
Sick of being patient while the wicked makin bank and all for breakin,
My spirit and my heart like im a carcass for the takin,
Throw the bouquet open up and stick the cake in
Cuz youre married to surveillance and i hope you dont make it,
While your wedding pics capture my location and my face print,
Im layin in the cut obviously straight hatin,
Limpin down the pavement with a bloody shoulder
Crashed my motorcycle tryin to flee from the New World Order
Im a colder versión of the cynic at the bar, frownin in the corner,
Downin in this bottomless bottle on the Oaxacan border,
Knowledge is Power until you know theyre hostile to the foreigner
Hero or coward my legacy a flimsy flip of quarter,
Rather play halfcourt with the kids than have to grapple
With these fake Catholics
Playin digital witchcraft for sport,
Member when hackin someones crib was a last resort?
Now theyre in your body like a squid, science lab report,
Maybe thats the game if we can get past the court
Of fast money loose regulation where secrets has the fort,
I like to think my truth can shoot through the veneer,
I like to think i have mucho to decir,
Ilike to think im more than a loser with a cooler full of beer
And a delusional brain, labeled insane by his peers,
But if i am i truly wonder what the fuck are you?
A real, time alert, junkie Smart, city jungle fool,
Gears in the machine made to glorify you fuckin goons,
Con,ditioning you like a rat with peanutbutter spoons,
DING!
That alert is known as operant,
Go and stalk me downthe block and talk your shit as soon as you reléase the coppers cock from your jaws and lips,
Consequences all, mine,
Once you start, plantin false crime trails and call nine,
One, one, time
With their black, box, bull, shit
Claimin they predict, crime and guess whose the cul,prit?
DING!
Perhaps if I condition your conditioning
The In-justice system and its puppets start listening,
From here I cant even see a forehead glistening,
Its not enough pressure nor was it ever anything
More than a drunk, i, dealistic thesis,
A solitarypawn, swipin all these chess pieces,
In a kingdom that relies on the buyin and sellin
Of the lies that define who survives, whose in Heaven,
Funny how they never trust, just, verify, me,
But never sus,spect, when the archietects of threat detection tech be the only motherfuckers lying,
Hiding a bias and a misión,
To eradicate my kind and launder murder through the system,
Align threats with certain political positions,
Like Hoover did theyre hoovering my GPS position,
And spittin out the false, positives to false, Christians,
And they dont give a shit about my house, or my business,
And less about the truth,
This was always vindictive,
Cowards in the coop, sabotaging other chickens,
Crowdsource harassment, douse, me in feathers,
Callin it Empowerment a grass, roots endeavor,
Whatever it takes to provide enough smoke and mist
Fort he digital divide-and-conquest to guide the wool over lids.
RAP 7: I think this was first notebook off the plane, probably way too pro-Mexico, by the time I got to Month 3 I hate both countries and its obvious, but perhaps especially men here, just way too exactly like Harney County people, they seem angry and hateful and if you think this is my opinión go to Reddit, people from all over the world are picking up on a specifically Mexican sentiment that is overly xenophobic, angry, and hostile relative to other LatAm countries. Reddit may not be reality but its a great indicator the same way NextDoor.com may not be a perfect mirror of a community but certainly lets you in on how certain factions really feel about things and you could clearly see that xenophobic wave growing in Portland simply by Reading peoples comments which, I can attest, definitely correlates to the way I am treated in the streets.
I like to think my ex, ovary is not over me
But thats a joke cuz im a lost hope and shes got mo to see
So i drink antisocially and act vocally
Mimic rap culture at a very low potency
So laugh at my raps i only do this for the dopamine
Give a man a pass he tryin to cope and not overly,
Stable in my life and this could be my last hope to be
These days provoked to comport less soberly
They tellin me you gotta “Get On Up” but getting Jodeci (Joe to see)
The Light is like me, winnin a fight
Or Michele, B. in my life
Or these critics getting it right
Donald T, Chiefin the pipe
It aint like, ly to occur and Im no beacon of light
And I might, be hiding pain like its a thief in the night,
But despite, this I aint crazy tell your shrink to eat a deeck (dick) and goodnight
Hes a cheat, who doesnt understand the streets and my life,
Hiding behind his degrees, I got the same ones,
Cog, in that machine hes just a trained ass dog,
At least Brody was wild and free like your God made that dog,
Executed by yalls decrees I cant take that loss,
Whine I see you this Timbo tree believe Ill break that off,
They hidin in Little committees cuz, they that soft,
Fake ass flocks,
I stood on my own two
They take it all away so they can say that they own you,
With Jake ass cops in their pocket now whatchoo gon do?
I got sick of waitin for Mr. Kent to freshen up in the phone booth,
So I bought a one-way, instead of a weapon,
Liftin off from the runway felt a bit like Heaven,
And my life is so messy and aint none of it perfect
And I honestly dont believe that my struggle was worth it,
And this C PTSD keeps my neurons nervous
But a new Pais makes me believe I can curb this,
Put me in a position where I can love and can flourish,
Put me around people who dont destroy just nourish,
Whatever endeavor you get in or the vibe that you feelin
Cause America wasnt livin just “alive” was my ceilin
Half of yall should be doin life for the life that youre stealin
Fuck ya self righteous lifes I seen the side thats a villain,
It might be appealin to Whites who, think just like you,
Sellin it and theres no tellin what a crew of em might do,
Like they chompin at the bit for any reason to fight you
Pickin on a distance runner with a solitary life who
“Thinks its a shame,
They lay the blame at my feet,
When were all the same.”
Haiku!
Check the 5 7 5, dude,
Despite who, tried to steal my narrative
Still gotta lotta beer to finish and not a lotta care to give
Tradin lettin Whitey violate my lifes dude hole
Azul sky, corona, tripe, bowl fulla menudo,
Settled in Mexico I couldnt afford Pluto
But it aint Paradise, American eyes know where you go,
So not quite hidin but not quite dyin, like befo
I guess Im smilin I guess lifes tight: Speedo
Blessed by silence aint stressed by sweatin what you say
Investing my 401K into these 42Ks,
I clocked my miles, I got my piles of Drifits,
American still treats me like John from ISIS,
Why do I still, swallow this pill from life when,
I could two-wheel, through beautiful hills: bikin
So say what you will, Im sure that you wont,like it,
Hate from your cube, you stuck ass dude; the sheistest
“Mental Health”, “Hes just not well”, “Crisis” (in annoying gossipy bitch voice)
I know all the phrases all of you hate with: whiteness.
Bland like our skin, mannequins, spite this.
Personal verse cuz only my hurt could write this.
Gettin a “Better Position” in life than Jesse
Redemptive thoughts of life, keep, me pressing,
Instead of the past which I, keep, repressing,
Or present to which, I kept, on Acquiescing,
Time to flip the script or rip, the dressing,
Off of the wound, coffin or womb? Renesting.
RAP 8:
Trackin my journey, till Im flat on a gurney,
Find it odd that might rights,
Are at odds with The Right?
Ima say dis: irony is a sadist
And Im the hunted the prey its a cryin shame
How they made it a crime to try to explain
Whats really up with the voiceless
An illusion of choice,
This raw deal that they foisted
Got me losin my poise,
Why you think National Security always accuses me of having “conspiracy theories?”
My minds controlled by my designs and not joysticks,
Held by swine who dogwhistle Proud Boys shit,
Wrap it in policy and a future Threat Profile,
Turn all the Soccer Mamas on me: “Protect yo child”
Manufacture a maniac and sprinkle crack on him
He was arrested for hitting back when his dad putt he smack on him
If it was a closed case
let me open up the facts
Its about statys not race
Its about kicking down and blaming me for their mistakes
When a clown masquerades around town as a fake,
And he fucks up?
Put me on a stake, or a plate,
So the Mexicans will eat him Ill be glad to (thats not racist, that is a joke and if you dont know this WORLD FAMOUS classic Clayton Bigsby comedy reference youre a fucking loser who shouldnt be spying on my email in the first place. Actualy didnt yall wage a war and try to destroy Chappelle too??? Haha.)
Oaxacan sunset be my present tense snafu,
Just a Cukoos Nest Jack with Scarlet tattoos,
And if my heart is black, blue well shit Im still intact, dude.
RAP 9: Fort he Dogs
In the desert of Oaxaca in the days dead heat,
I seen the same dog 100 times runnin up the Street,
Ribs showin les son em than the scrap of beef i throw,
I wonder how many weeks before the Reaper tags his toe,
And every time I see them theyre at top speed runnin
And I wonder if theyre chasin or escapin from somethin
Cant help but to relate to the loveless Little kids,
Born into a life where never was there any way to win,
No one ever stops to pet them but theyre often throwin rocks,
Often hit by moving cars, so they hobble when they walk,
And I wonder that theyd sy if they ever learned to talk,
Probably “somebody help me” or at least: “please stop.”
I really wish I could but Im in the same sitch,
On the run from this fake Christian culture blacklist,
None can be trusted so their “nice” is a veneer,
Stalking me in my front, and my rearview mirrors,
But when I need help they all seem to disappear,
Til the day they mob my porch saying “you cant live here!”
Now Im hiding at a rental with a yard, and a garden
3 cats, 1 dog, 2 blocks, from the market,
And the 5 of us do the same thing all day: sleep.
Safe from these evil human beings in the Street.
Safe, from these fucked up things we call “pólice.”
Safe because were daily guaranteed a plate to eat.
Living in a world where theres so much abundance,
Why do I still see a hundred hungry dogs runnin?
When i step back I swear I see the same desperate face,
On the people who cast stones at em in the first place,
So its one part “escape” and its one part “chase.”
And its one part hunger one part heart ache,
And i genuine think its not that nobody cares,
When affection signals weakness its just that nobody dares,
When Machismo is the code that sets the order of the castes
Its just not a good place if youre the dogs, or the cats,
Or me for that matter since I never wore the “mask”
Done runnin at this pace, and I think I might collapse,
So im sittin doin nothin and i feel like im a waste,
Yet i see pure bliss in this lazy dogs face,
Like he knows that its a gift to no longer have to chase,
Or escape and hes sittin in just the right place.
RAP 10
Look Little buddy i wont beat around the Bush
I put you in a situation where the button was pushed
The day they registered your name and your likeness and your chip´to my claim
It was just a game of pretense,
The fangs and the growl and the fact that youre fast and strong
Not your brains or your smile or your laugh or your yawn
And uncanny similarities to Kahn
I wish the 3 of us had shared the same era
To help weather the terror
Youre gone and im not waiting on America
To say sorry
Or give a shit that this something i can take hardly,
My son my brother friend shouldnt take a fall for me
But he did and im still waitin for the lesson in these
Unpunished murder makes you really get to questioning things
Whys everything i love the past ten decades dead and deceased?
Social network mapping.
RAP 11
Its been said my whole lifes been a big disgrace,
All I did was run rap shit sip, cervez
Gave a Third Bass face to the surveillance states,
Blind hate cut they look at my playlist tapes
With murda raps in fact claim its a threat to that,
American experimentin on us just like rats,
Theyre obsessed with me, while im obsessed with facts,
And scheming on a way to get my biometrics back,
But its a tricky one like guessing what sex is Pat,
From SNL Im in a cell Im geofenced, Im trapped,
If youre feelin how Im feelin let me tip my cap,
Its like were meek Little children holdin feelins back,
In a virtual village where you live to be “liked”
By some fools you dont know, damn, its some life,
Joe Terrific came from Portland bumpin DJ “Fwesh” (Fresh)
3 in the mornin every Sunday dubbed a million cassettes,
But they all got ate up by my jankey ass playa
While I played my Sega and ate my Now n Lataz (early 90s shit?? I dunno Ha)
When Bo played for the Raidaz
Simple shit felt greata
Than this bitch ass hata,
Known as this: Big Data
And that creepy Little bitch needs millions of servers,
And they all need wáter: a million species murdered.
And they all need power, keep the furnaces churnin
Ask later why half of Asia and Europe is burnin,
When Miamis underneath 100 feet of needless current,
Borne of greed grift vermin
If Mar a Lago never breaches the Surface
Is it “Poetic Justice?” Pac n Janet
Dont come to me for the answers cuz Im not the planet.
And the han don powers levers says im off my hammock,
Faces outnumber products that Big Box is scannin
Private public power grabbin ass cops did plan it
Pander child safety mitigate the shock n panic
Opportunity cost, new holocausts through famine,
And malicious radiation target stalk with Gamma,
In 20 years I wanna be here, not with Grandma,
Or smokin blunts with Danny Tanner in St Pauls cabana,
And im not on the list, I must resist the phantom,
So I persist in my schtick
Friction against The Man and his tricks.
RAP 12
Americas “Happy!”
Americas “rich!”
Americas an arrogant bitch,
America fits,
The Karen Cult American Snitch,
Cull the herd with house of Unamerican lists,
Roll the turd down in the American ditch,
Mental ghettos this is some embarrassin shit,
Expects the world to keep suckin Americas dick,
“Now show some gratitude!”
Undermine BRICS with hegemonious attitude,
Then they try to fix elections and swear that they dont
Puppetmaster sits in the shadows and takes what he wants,
Couldnt give a shit for the people who pay with their throats,
Or empty stomachs on the other side of bloqueos,
Propagandist with his corny “Order Vs Chaos” pitch,
For the idiots who play within his sandbox of shit,
But “Americas fine!”
“America just needs time!”
Am I ungrateful for mine?
Yall go ahead and drink Americas wine,
Ill be there at the sign
That says “Welcome to Mexico!” (obviously I no longer feel this way, fuck Mexico)
While youre there in that line where the guard wont let you go,
And Im like “thanks for giving me a better reason to live”
If I wasnt escapin you I wouldnt be in this bliss,
And if you need me to fib, and blow my cover for sho
Take these rats out of my face Ill say “I LOVE BIG BROTHER!!”
Or “fuck yeah Americas DOPE!!”
RAP 13
This one definitely is no longer my feelings about Mexico at all, it was just sunny and I was drunk and had a fun night and had just had a dope motorcycle trip my first in 10 years so I was unreasonably euphoric
My soul belongs where el sol is trong
And arboles look more like poles with fronds
With less war and laws, its amor y paz,
And no more emotional armour and gauze,
Because the letters “U” “S” never felt like “us”
I never met one Güero I felt I trust,
Held me back every time Id try to sell my stuff
Then you said I needed “help” from a Helpline .. WHAT!?
Uncle Sam and his Klan thought they smelled my bluff,
It always was quite “sus” and never felt like love,
Plus your self righteous, I never seen it more clearer,
All the cracks in the glass of Narcissuss mirror,
Imagine a government that doesnt ignore you,
Imagine having countrymen who all root for you, (this line makes me positively sick today, I think there were a few cool dudes I met initially before “real” Mexico reared its fucked up violent shitty xenophobic head shortly after)
Imagine real freedom plus luchadores dude,
Imagine someones happiness can truly be yours too
Hairpins on my bike in the heights of Heaven
If Grand Canyon was a 10 Juarez Trail is 11
I dont wanna go home and let em break me again,
I never wanna be thrown in the “Snake Pit” again,
I get emotional at night for some reason, its weird,
I think back on my struggles and eyes fill with tears,
All the pain and the strife finally put me here
Badly beaten not defeated as i open up my 15th beer,
Im not a role model, im just reality,
Were freer than we think if we can see through the fallacies,
Youre not a terrorist if you speak up for Palestine
A truth tellers never dangerous, theyre the casualty,
A Little spraypaint on your prized edifice is
Nothing but a symptom that your politicians never listened,
They put you in the can,
Give you no means to discretely,
Stick it to The Man,
Cuz their facial recognition gets you digitally scanned,
IMEI reidentified youre digitally damned
Welcome to my life i wanna fight but really its a scam,
Only thing to do is bounce, got the clout, of a mouse,
In this dysfunctional house,
And the cheese, is the bait, in the trap or perhaps,
Its a Wheel and we feel were the shit not the strapped,
Fascistic fat cats with the gats and the mass
Hysterical despair where American “facts” cover Aryan tracks,
Its apparent when I last went back,
To the land of my beginnings there a critical synapse
That is no longer neurotransmitting
Ill give you a pass even though we know your attitude
Caused my collapse from the threats to the platitudes,
Two different methods from two different camps
To cut a brotha down with two different rubber stamps,
Im only using rap as a tool instead of weapons
If youre questioning my Street cred youre missing “The Message,”
Grandmaster from Grand Wizard in a Flash,
Funny you can rap about bitches, getting cash,
But talk about the system and the prisons and “the mask?”
Rest in Peace Pac, Prodigy, Guru, Gift of Gab. (yes I do believe they were discretely murdered by American reactionary factions)
RAP 14
My name is Joe Terrific and Im out for justice
Sick of being treated like im gum in a dustbin,
And i think i was the wrong one for the Fuzz to fuck with,
Ifyou critics dont believe i do believe you can suck dick,
Cause who can trust this?
Maliciously they summonin
And frontin like its not a plot to put you back up under them
But im a different Breed and “Aint No Future In Your Frontin”
Plant a victim and a witness and ill still be on a comeup
As they seep into the fabric of my life,
Like a habit and a vice,
Feels like havin a device is an attack Surface trackin where the adversary strikes,
On the 6G frequency they hackin yo biology,
And actívate the types of conditions US government no longer needs gunshots
Directed energy it does cause blood clots,
And they travel
So when they issue the certificate it says “natural”
When i said the Final Solution is back,
I wasnt just saying it to fill up blank space in a rap,
Dont ever let corruption place chains or a trapo n your life and lay the blame in your lap.
Without hittin back and I know that it is scary as fuck,
When they shame ridicule defame: embarrassin ya,
I often cant sleep and wonder why im the black one
When i count the other sheep, why none of em take action?
Are they laughin cuz i think about the things we wont have when
Totalitarian creep reaches the masses?
And the spoils will be reaped by THEIR bitch asses,
Sick of speakin out in vain so there this last bit,
Goes out to the gang: USAs Fascist.
Now you why my names on these plain simps blacklist.
RAP 15
Mexicos like marathons I know why people run (HAHAHAHA I DONT FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT MEXICO AT ALL NOW. Like all places the early phase is a honeymoon as it takes about 1-2 weeks for the Nazis to locate and hunt me)
These semi-secret niches only dope White people come, (same goes for White expats, they are often NOT chill at all, lots of trash down this way honestly esp in coastal “all inclusive” types of areas)
Really just the chillest and a filter to keep the fun
Damentalists and bigots from eclipsing what meager sun
Still shines on me
Through the tres that keep us from
Seeing what the forest is please, they think were dumb
Speakin of the Woods now its just dry tinder I guess
Treat us as a threat cuz of the visión that we possess,
Really just a bet they can ge tour fire suppressed
Sleepin on the best, toy soldier dont try to test,
Play your role, you role playin playahata,
But pay that toll, its comin back to ya lata,
You can fade a mothafucka like the joe terrific
But i know my movement is greata
So youre only diggin both our craters.
I laugh now while i tip Corona Megas in my glass house,
Knowin stones bring me tears sober later,
But these need to be chucked, cuz not givin a fuck,
Is not the same as speakin up when we need to rebuff,
The siren song may please
But when they feed you that fluff,
These data thieves make Gs,
Takin freedom from us,
Obvious i sing cuz im in a cage
Cuz i lost faith
Cuz i caught a case
Cuz i got played.
You could say i lost face
Sick of sorry sack of shit sycophantic zombies saying that im “not safe.”
While you condition the mice
Im livin like this
Thousands of miles on my feet and my bike bitch,
Your words are petty my pictures are priceless
Your kids idolize me your chick is on my dick,
I guess thats what i rap for, what i came back for,
If we dont shake the map then its a wrap and im that sure,
So have your,
Coke with a plastic smirk,
Im puttin in the crappiest activist work,
Shout to Mr Booker maratón on the pódium,
Mr Wyden keepin eyes open on this new opium
For the masses in the mass surveillance apparatus,
Its a chance yet we might get past this
Madness (manufactured by classists)
RAP 16
First, i dont complain just for the sake of attention
Or just pretend to be the victim of the digital henchmen,
Hovering beneath detection running background ac
Tivity, siccin the
Digital hound to my flat,
They apt to clandestinely run me off the track
But these laps discipline me to see beyond that,
Cuz the facts
To hard to face that the face of the Earth wont miss me
Dissed me and dismissed me when I was trying to uh,
Change history,
Horse shit is all your false algorithms predict,
But not the murder its investors intended to commit,
But if ya Heard it from Joe though see the trick is this:
Word about him is ya Heard he was a skitz on the fritz,
Which reminds me, i used to have a crew right behind me,
Never mind im no longer alive, free,
Past ties, stand by, while bad guys crucify me,
From the Right Wing, Eugenecists go let yo flag fly, free,
Technocrat Gestapo crap no need to put me on a train,
With EMF waves trained on my heart and my brain,
At levels only they and I know,
A captive with no voice,
An extrajudicial death and no choice,
I face it with these 3 emotions:
The first is hopeless.
Next, regret my purpose failed,
Third is hate for these locusts,
Who write my history, remind you that my life is what a joke is,
Fall in line or have a life like mine is just how short the rope is,
Speakin of which the Lynch dont compare, to the chair,
Occupied by judges and DAs Aryan derrier
So youll barely even question the lesson in my demise,
Social engineering got yo ass reppin this web of lies,
So-called progressive guys in my neck of embedded spies,
Outsource, real-time alerts on me to front door sets of eyes,
With hella backdoor permissions for prejudiced coalitions
They say its to save the children or its to protect their business
But they dont believe in shit but colluding with other Christians
Slander me to their minions then tell me to keep a distance,
So they dont put up resistance and call out the false witness,
By humanizing the demon and learning i was the victim,
Decryptin my crypto to try to seize it for the federal stockpile
Your governments got guile,
But theyre just a reflection of the will of the people,
So point a finger at this orange president but what if youre just as much the residente vil?
Neither Donald nor Joe lied under oath against me
Then abused the gavel and the press and White coats against me
Turned my whole community or family or my Friends against me
Made it so this 40s only thing I hold that dont feel empty
Sick of being victimized by soft violence
Despise you when youre muggin hate you more when youre smilin
If i had a billion dollars put it on a private island
Cuz lonely isnt silence loneliness is being silenced
Its part art and part science ask Goebbels
Feed em what they crave and then condition all their gerbils
Or maybe what i been throughs more like Hitchcocks “Birds”
Im just not sure,
Thank fuckin God for hip hops words,
Cuz its absurd how shit got blurred
Id love to see you face the shit that ive been in
Then judge my mental condition
Attention paid on myflaws is opportunity wasted
When they got your heartbeat gait your whip and your face, kid
So when they putt he hit out on you
Youll just be able to escape it like i still cant figure out how to do
I guess that its true: im crazy maybe just plain stupid
For placin blame on datafications Final Solution
You know, who said it, the man with the mini stache,
Pretty brash,
Dont think a Real-Time Crime Center is not emitting gas.
RAP 17:
Whats the meaning of “homeless?” I ask you.
Living under an overpass while Red & Blue harass
At the behest of a community who doesnt know your past
And never asks you.
I guess I got the Silver Spoon, and the flask too.
From a shelter, a cell, to this 2-bedroom castle.
And yet I never felt more trapped dude, thats true.
Cant fathom another day among you prejudiced ass rats who,
Call yourselves Good Neighbors and me the rodent,
Stalkin me even at my property until the only option that I really see
As pragmatic is getting loaded on my stoop,
Bumpin Dove Shack and Snoop cuz nostalgic waxin
Helps me hack this
Knowledge that the present is defined by imbalanced power dynamics
Where a Fascist faction has a cache fulla cracka ass hat tricks
To put me back in pajamas or strapped in, to Nurse Ratcheds mattress,
For the shock,
That they do now through the 5G box,
Its bigger than hip hop,
What happened to the righteous nerds who used to pick these locks?
Got a taste of that fetti and now the fig leafs lost,
Blow the whistle like Todd Short
Tampering with your Gods court,
Im not sport, fodder so call off your digital dog and put on
Your collar and leash
Put equal standards to whose civilized and a beast
At least me and my homey created a vibe you could not suppress
Other than breakin laws you fake “respect” to manufacture our deaths,
And thats a fact you can never check,
Cuz EMF waves cant be traced unlike my heart and my face.
RAP 18:
A known maldito keep my dome tranquilo
In a zone thats chido digo no oído
When the US get to flippin scripts
Propaganda masta got a “who can be the miserablest?”
Competition im winnin at keepin shit the simplest,
If ya Heard it from my Uncle Scam its just a trick
To protect his self, interest,
Indigenous city with a gentrified Centro,
Im not your average güero I dont go where all of them go,
You will not find me in a bougey ass rental
With electrified fences to protect some idol temple
Physically im running but the payoffs all mental,
Perros in the streets makes me hella sentimental
For the one and only Brody most beloved OG
Gave it all up for me ill always love ya cabron, peace
I put this ink to the paper
On the three hundred sixty fifth day since they slayed ya
But ya cant fade a legendits a fact that they steal some
But real ones always gonna recognize the real ones
Why they got face but not soul recognition?
Why they launder hate with fake Straw man predictions?
I feel great to know theyput me on this con list when
The world sees the through the screen and they dont listen,
Hackin me through bluetooth and six gee,
Fudgin digits to promote their fucked ideology,
In America real science, is “fake science,”
And fake science? It facilitates state violence,
And state violence? It keeps a great mind silent
And when they silenced? The real righteous take a minus.
Call it help, right?
The Self-Right keep supplyin COINTEL types,
On the mic, speeches lyin
Mar ionette, or is it Marie Antoinette?
Cake motivates, or is it more than just a paper chase
I worry that White Powers comin up with surreptitious ways
To corral us in the showers leavin zero trace,
Privacys about more than just the heevie jeevies,
They can attack you through these cameras mics phones and TVs
Your heartbeat known to men who think they own species,
And whole races, a known racist,
Blowin feces bout how safe it is to let him trace this,
Where you shit, sleep, eat, fuck and go on dates its,
Amazing no one matches pace its
A lie i once felt I was a shepherd
And, you would match my stride
Life taught me im a leper
Cast off to the side
Ex patriot the pleasures all mine
Cuz im finally livin better fuck pride
Proud americans are really just fascists
Its why they take no pride in Pac, Lennon and Cassius,
Sick of tryin to hide from the devil and his blacklist
Finally put my idealism into practice
(so give me back my life and lick my ass, bitch?)
RAP 19: parallels to Nazis in surveillance capitalism
“For your safety” what a man named Adolf said
While Joey Goebbels fed his gerbils circuses and bread,
They love their national state, and trains never run late!
But wait! this “other” underclass is a less masterful race!
Now they rewire the reward system: madness is great!
Obedience to the state, it keeps a ham on your plate.
But perpetrators blaming systems simplifies this debate,
When claiming you “just follow orders” covers personal hate.
I hear to many canaries crooning in modern day datamines,
Controlled, by military ground, air, and maritime,
I dont sip on the punchyou tech cult leaders mix,
Such Utopian promises, so why you air gappin your kids from this??
I see slavery, the brave ll be the few who outfox,
This Adolf Hux 6 G box,
Blown off their 3, 60 watchtower I mean a lightpole,
Hows a motion sensor on my front door insightful?
How are weapons that side step Rule of Law called “intelligent”?
When “artificials” the only honest term for sellin it?
The tech lexicons just a con for you skeletons
I got a bone to pick with a zombie on his cell stealin my biometric data
Time stamp and location
So these crabs, and these pigs can sabotaje my vocation,
And my whole reputation like the US does to Asians,
Cuz intelligence threatens all of your favored fuckfaces and crustaceans
Living off another generations bravery
I hope da fight for Analogue Rights will be my legacy,
Back to “For your safety” I got real reasons
Lete m call me “traitor” Big Data is the real treason
And for some of us life and death is the stakes
Like a cigarette it never goes “bang” but it dont make this tech safe,
Which by the same never solved crime or pollution
But that never was the aim of the Final Solution
RAP 20 – what the fizzuck happened to mothafuckaz in America?!?!?!
Seems like everyone found a destination 43 and still searchin
If your pictures im smilin but spent my whole life hurtin
Like abuse is my “normal” i get bored when my life is certain
Or safe, with a person
Drove em away and drew the curtain over the pain,
A window to my brain wouldnt reveal an insane person
But merely one who chose to run away from the circus,
Grew up watchin J Worthy vs. J Kersey
Reppin they jersey, felt pure,
Reminded me of way before everything in the USA became dirty
And less sure,
In terms of institutional favors,
In terms of cultural pollution cops colludin with neighbors
I used to be my Grandma Agness “Naked Little Jaybird”
Runnin in the same streets where Im a “menace and a danger” today,
Thats what you say so go and kill the bluejay,
And wonder why theres no unity in communities today.
Only property the graph is pointing up so its good, right?
You never hear laughter and everyone in your hoods White,
If its so “safe” here, whys there so Little trust?
Cameras mounted on light fixtures, front doors and trucks?
Pretty soon ill bet they ban motorcycles and Traegers,
Lemonaid stand raids: “Tax evasión!” “Child labor!”
If youre not a little bitch, youre just not a “Good Neighbor.”
If you hate to see me happy document it on paper.
Send it off to these bureaus who reward you complainers,
Bounce that pussified shit off the walls of echo chambers,
While you lie about “safety” where youve never known “danger.”
And rely on 3rd parties. Rely on cannel changers.
Rely on your church. And on Real-Time Alerts.
Governments, technologies, and social networks.
Living in your climate *controlled* environment
Never been more than 10 yards from where tires went.
Maybe try hiking then assess your sickness
Instead of mine according to your seven false witnesses,
I ran distances and this taught me
All about who to be and to not be,
How to tell a true ass G from you Nazis
Dude you warned your kids about but they still copied
Get off me cuz Im in Mexico
Ingest your Lexapro
Or Rexulti you remote controlled fiends as a quack pulls strings
Thats attached to your back and you hold dreams
Inside a sack thats empty
I got dirt on my clothes from dirt roads adventuring
Dirt on my name? You keep shovelin that scat,
Follow my path, then make em think I was that bad,
But one day that shitll be dirt on your grave,
What can you say? I died free but you lived like a slave.
RAP 21 fuck these take so long to type
The illusion of tranquility is wáter
I watch these bugs touch the Surface
Trapped
Taken under for the slaughter
While all we cansee is peace in the lakes ripple,
Mostly true so keep the fable simple dont look too close,
I empathize with you dead dragonflies floatin next to me
But never to the point i lose the present tense ecstasy
The su non my back, the northern sierra surrounds me
The wind in the pines, no government agents to hound me,
Fascists locate me but natures all that really found me
Minus malicious interest consistently compounding
Why cant this stay forever in this state?
Natures not love but tech has leverage with hate.
Whatever the risk to take I took to see this place.
To get the successes i cant regret the mistakes
Which taught me lessons to put me here on this mountain
Fuck counselin idove head first in the fountain
Of life which felt like a firehose or a live wire
But why lie on my back with my eyes close and sigh a sigh of defeat?
When a higher spire remains
Unlikely but posible if I can outgame the game
If it all amounts
To injustice and undue strain
And uncomfortable pain
Well then the question remains
What wouldve came if i let em keep me in chains?
If i let em keep deleting my brain and my name?
See me weeping by my lonesome and the crabs get to gossipping
When im trying to mourn and honor lost loved ones properly,
Like its a sign of weakness someone had a dope connection?
That leaves you speechless when theyre gone and its just yo reflection
I guess im sorry my life wasnt vibeless
Like you sorry motherfuckers with your torches and tridents,
Lay em by the wayside
Animosity against me? Black History? Or Gay Pride?
If it wasnt these 3 things you would find a 4th,
Attach Black Box risk scores unconfined by courts,
Or maybe just condoned, and Im just alone wastin vocal chords,
Voice a minority point that goes against local norms,
And I guess its why im sittin here with nobody else,
Gladly bitch ass Friends were truly bad for my health,
Sadly this Mezcal might kill me in stealth,
Provin me just a lush, bag of wind who drank all his wealth,
Faded myself and lived angry
But is it truth or did power structures collude to fade me?
Like a Polaroid picture: shake me down, break me,
What these flaky crackaz say dont make me.
Grew up on Iron Mike and Kristi Yamaguchi,
Jerked off to “Put Em On The Glass” and “Pop That Coochie”
Too scared of girls so I ghosted em on dates at the movies,
Tuckin my boner and blue balls in my Lugz blue jeans,
Handle that later at home playin Bel Bivs “Do Me”
While squintin at Channel60 squiggly line movies,
Still repressed sexually feminity confuse me,
So my soul loves the sun like Funkdoobie less moving,
Parts, id rather do less work, than guess work,
Cuz everytime I deal with the opposite sex I hurt,
And feel abused like something about its not fair,
Id rather stare, at these tree frogs and gulp the fresh air,
Instead of smog and Cosmopolitan Darwinism
Cats hiss and scratch over this ball of yarn Im gittin
Backwhat I last grasped I call it wisdom
You call it a cop-out, but you copped out to the system,
Even I admit I mightve failed at my initial misión
But who better than me to blow the whistle when yall conditioned?
RAP 22:
Im simply a monster! According to Republicans
But I only get in Good Trouble so suck a dick.
Gloves comin off mothafuckaz neva trust a snitch
Snakes slither off when the truth and the judgment hits
Got a fuck, of a lot more knowledge than the public gets
But a geofence and corruption keep me stuck in this,
Surveillance tech tuskeegean test pilot
Experiment for satellites and this 6G violence,
Hackin my body more than Gacey
Murder and Remotely filet me
Leavin no trace in the interim isolate me
Sabotaje my work, and my training and defacing my legacy …..
RAP 23
They raped me with mentiras
They framed me as a cheata
I raise the middle finga
Say “fuck the fiscalía”
They failed me and they prey on the frail,
And make eme at up the boot lickin bullshit as they hail,
A German leada I rail, against the greed and propinas
Ilegal sales, pretexts, ilegal jails, expect,
Ilegal bails, respect? These evil males,
Protect, ilegal trails and tracks,
Covered by brothers in deceptive practice,
Has, thisbeen observed, in person?
Theyre even worse than the headlines,
Urban legends got more truth than the tech that “detects crime”
Or claims to prevent mine,
They push the New Red Scare,
And break up some bread lines,
Your dignity threadbare,
MORE SHITTY RAPS 24
Im about to lose my brain to the strife,
Ran outta drank, now all I see is pain in my life,
Plus im long overdue for a sea change, need a wife,
But i doubt if i ever could be tame, even nice,
And Im tired of bein deemed “insane” by the vice,
And these people who claim to be saved by J Christ,
You are very insane, so play ya games pick ya fights,
Aim yo triflin complaints, when i Split lanes on a bike,
Or my dogs off his leash, no matter what they got beef,
And practice not what they preach, then often stalk you down the Street,
Who, gave, this power? To the la, mest cowards?
When they, get sour, theyll take, your, flowers,
Cuz,haters cower, behind BlueWalls,
And theyre harder to detect than Rupauls balls!
Fake as free kick injuries by futbol stars,
Or their shoebox communities with two-car garaje,
And they fly these flags, and they talk the talk,
About freedom while their cops watch me walk the block,
Hypocratic oathis just a hypocritical quote,
Like “democratic” is a myth just cuz they get ya to vote,
The justice system is a lot less of the bridge than a moat,
Where false witness is a business not a thing I suppo t
Out on a limb with my quotes,
Because theyre gettin my goat,
I coughed “BULLSHIT!” and I said “I got a chip in my throat”
And from their pulpit they said im not fit in me dome,
And now this SIM in me phone, might as well be my wrist,
Cuz I stick to me poem, and mightve embarrassed these tricks,
So, they down, load, me, and my homies and they listen,
Mad that they dont own, me, so they told me crucifixión
Is the one choice fo me, so I chose another route,
Fuck my mothers couch, i found a far funner route
Mac mcclung of doubt, raisin up over KIAs
To remind these Right Wing cheataz why they cant see us,
From the bleachaz where the arm, chair, leeches eat peanuts,
And deceive, true believaz into thinkin theyre Jesus,
Im not one to Split the sea but its evident to me,
I got someone telling someone else that im his enemy,
What makes me so interesting?
Who is it who envíes me?
Will I get my life back from these demented fleas?
Itch, on a dogs nuts, its not at all what
Mis, represents as gos, pel in yalls huts,
Closed networks pushin closed door whispers
Make more noise than Ace “Born 2 Roll” woofers,
Whys a dope dealer worse than a pulpit pusher?
Pushin bullshit to control the whole militia?
“Loves gonna getcha” Knowledge Reigns Supreme
And protection of your secrets? It is not the same thing,
Rejection of the beast is the least I could bring,
To the feast where I seem to be the centerpiece: DING!
RANDOM THOUGHTS, the news was showing for a very very rare momento an actual speech by Xi, hard to disagree, he compared American foreign behavior as “Law of the Jungle,” and urged against it. Then the Singapore dude simply said “we are entering a new phase, onethat is more arbitrary, protectionist, and dangerous.” Well put. Shit be so fucked.
The whole time Im typing here, and this started when I opened Gmail emails from my mother (that is ALWAYS the initial tipoff, any communication with my mom) there is a rotation of sketchy dudes and chicks constantly in streaming mode with phonein hand as they enter and each time they surround me I experience extremely bad symptoms as if I am about to lose consciousness and die. So clearly there is something going on with Bluetooth or wifi networks that is especially dangerous to me, they are actively connecting to my vital organs as if I were just a fucking boombox or cell phone and clearly not caring about the repercussions. I hate Mexico. They have that glib selfish “I dont care about you” dismissive attitude when you beg them to stop, why? Because they are White republicans in disguise : )
RAPZZZ 25
Its difficult to keep the faith in what was rational
When the generative dick of big tech is up your asses hole
I guess my casserole was cooked
By the cooks who launder books
Now thedata game got Haterade flowin like a brook
Or a creek, when i speak in the wrong tones
A domestic terrorist alert goes to yalls phones,
Yall clones like Dolly a sheep,
While im all stones n balls, homes,
Yall cajones are weak like football, foam,
Im a Nerf Turbo not a nerd thats algorithmically
Building this inferno for the mass murder industry
Simple little hoes yet they digitally pimpin me,
Its like a pyramid scheme, gyppin you and killin me,
All my measurements my cranium my dick
I guess im a fuckin experiment
Did i say Gyp a racist quip? I didnt make for nothin
But I must make sure that all attentointurns to the subject
Of how painfully the parallel the lines run
from the Third Reich
To the Right Now time, son,
When will the light come on when we the night runs long
Too subtle till we cant tell whats right from wrong?
Social credit inhibit us
From takin theside of the political prisonaz
Thats why its Write or Die with a doublé U in the front,
If I never fight I wont survive the ministaz
Administer the truth or maybe “PUBLIC SAFETY” (annoying White lady voice)
These ministries deliver you the tolos to subvert the rule of law for the ra ping
fleecing my life, its predictive policing,
above ya nose ya eyes in the sight and especially when they know it aint right,
mu mis the Word because the moneys flowin tight,
like its Joe on the mic,
its easy to dismiss when ya kitchen is glistenin,
like this Hell dont exist in which Im livin in,
if I fell I was hit by the Christians listenin
to my cell and when I yelled out “help!” got hit again,
despicable the way I let the Minions win I meant, ventriloquist,
the hand that manipulates yo opinions like a little bitch,
im on Gilligans without som much as a raft Im feelin this
cynicism drippin down my spinal column
long since prayin to the porcelain before they putt he final call in
if I shake the doom loop and turn to the … actually this fucking sucks no more of this one…
TURKISH SAYING:
“I will fuck the leaves of the tree that gave oxygen to your midwife as she was helping your mother give birth.” HAHAHA. I was realizing that I dont think Mexicans are very funny people, so I was googling which countries are the funniest. I guess theyre all in Europe.
RAP 26:
You locate, follow and summon crooked cops to shush me,
The only thing your stalker app proves is that youre a pussy,
Runnin wit a pussy ass clique, that cant admit,
That theyre pussy as shit, intelligence and wit missed ya,
Genetic mixture, plus a fixture in the pulpit
Of your bigoted bullshit that your fake Christian cult kicks,
To the youth and adults with a dolts visión of the truth
Cuz you keep em under roof
Fuckin wit the sucka-proof
Independent thinker,
Original thought for these copycat creatures,
Defrock the frauds keep the pressure on these preachers
And sorry ass taxi cab drivin ass leeches
Theyre the most prejudiced unión since the FOP
Organized crime ring, stalker mothafuckaz neva let go me
Like G doublé U with doublé U M Ds
Its just a front to indefinitely end me
Fake investigation never breaking cuz i let the pressure bend me
And get back on my 10 speed
Horse or just a dual sport
Even if this fiction overrules courts
Isupply coarse grit friction to these fools forts
Loosen the supports and say “Jenga”
Let the legislature hang ya while im workin on my next banga
You can me out to be the crook or the traitor
But the fact is that you set me up and laundered all my data.
Rap 27:
Its not important who took the red or blue pill, see?
Threat prevention ideologys about the thrill seek
And oh by the way a multi trillion dollar bill piece
Data supplier to data buyers: they guilty
Who dare to fight em when they control all the realty?
Remote servers commit murder through loopholes
About jurisdiction to keep a tight hold over your soul
So now were livin in a world too cold,
Until the wáter dries up over this digital gold
Yo its an imperative that we let the mothafuckaz know
Were not convinced this dry ice show really is snow
Because its not and this stock market shit is a scam
Big Tech sold you out to Uncle Ignorant Sam
He knows when you take a shit and when youre fuckin your bitch
He knows when youre fuckin rich and when youre stuck in a ditch
He knows your present and your past location
So that he knows when and where to expose you to targeted radiation
OK this one sucks Im done transcribing. This whole notebook is just the same words and shit over and over again.
RAP 28:
I fill up with resentment when they stop me at casetas
Peppered with ya questions with an eye on ya berettas
Cut me off before i answer “de donde vienes”
I do what the fuck I want instead of what you bigots let us
To all you crooked cops and you sick acosadores
When the fuck will law enforcement start to work for us?
Instead of setting critics up through their corrupt informants
And crooked psychs who claim im paranoid and drunk comorbid,
Waiting for these crooked courts to order them to fork it
Over for the way they fucked me over and distorted
My whole biography and my geography they cornered
In their real time stalker map coordinates in orbit
Criminally in sane the latter and theformer stigma
Used to neutralize the victim coal mine canary clipped em
Locked up in a different PRISM system justice was scared of my
Criticism of paranoid “never trust verify”
Conditions and with very Little in sight, slip in an
Orweilian position where the righteous never dare to fight
Not good but well behaved, “thieves in the night”
Weird how I hate religión yet I mirror Jesus life
The way the fake Judass switch
the minute the poop hits
the AC unit Blade and then they take my tunic
funny how theyre keeping score on the fake things
ignore all the great things
i did before The Lords Little play things
laerned how to purchase Little black hat apps: data scraping
takin phat classic rap tracks and conflating
that with a terrorist attack risk, geolocating
and sack every motherfuckin facet that makes me
mail cover, bank transfer, public transit taking
just to name a handful
imagine waking up to find ya whole life canceled
every last granule the whole shits shambles
sitting at the crib growin mold and love handles
because its too risky to roam among these cannibals
who scrutinize ya life through these truth-proof manacles,
and it goes on til the day the U S politicians
do their motherfuckin Jobs andmake the laws that break the bonds
if the Pan Opticons claws to their pockets
I said make laws instead of profits
But they putting Snow den behind bars, not in office
I dont wanna be a star merely not in a coffin
But if I end up in one go find another put a cop in.
RAP 28 ish: Fuck Mexico Basically
From this birds refrain to this warm spring rain
Ill miss mexican livin but wont miss the pain,
About a hundred thousand pesos now piss in a drain
But the beauty that i witnessed truly frickin insane
But the gain from these beautiful sights came with a trade
Give my civil rights away to the Right? Um “chingate”
Its a deal i never made indeed the devil is strange
He always seems to run the church, the pólice and the range
Of folks who rubberstamp your life away and keep all the gates
And make it look like if Joe touches anything it breaks,
I may miss mexican livin but wont miss the pain.
Wont miss religious hypocrites and their vicious games
Ill just miss the warm rain and the birds refrain.
Ill just miss these caguamas
Ill miss the cold mountains
Ill miss the Green iguanas
Ill miss the serpentine turns under mi moto
Zapotes, siduelas all the shit that grows local
But I *wont* miss the people the betrayals and the lies
Or the fact that most are White Republicans in disguise
Cuz its so funny how countries so obsessed with fuckin Jesus
Be the ones who got the most corrupt pólices and Leadaz
And the worst surveillance techa round the church and in the streets its
Just a thing id like to mention cuz i think its just egregious
How they treat us non believaz how they bear the false witness
How they hate us higher thinkers, these Conform or Die Christianists
It feels so fuckin dirty always seems as if theyre cheatin
If I had a bullet wound they would deny that i was bleedin
Just like you all deny you got my biometric signatures
Doxxed to every camera, mic, sensor in the universo
I think of Mexico just like the junipers of Harney County
I aint f inda go out for these corny towny losers bounty
But im runnin outta earth to escape to
Where christians done hate you and digitally rape you
Thank You for killin my dog
Thank You for blockin every rainbow I ever saw with smog
And also Thank You for breakin the law
Thank You for making everyone think Im the fake and the fraud
Only thing that makes you “men” ends with “tirador”
Catch me at the mirador
Wonderin if i should jump from here to floor
I really do feel suicidal at times
I guess its why im alcoholic and im writing these rhymes
Cuz in a sober state i mightve pulled the trigger thousands of times
To all my false accusers plus the ones who doubted me fine,
This is my gift and the proof i was a hack
I was the shitty boyfriend always holdin you back
I was the bigot and the thief and the threat and the vandal
Now i serve as the example cuz im mounted on ya mantle
So go and light a candle, and post those trite blurbs
From ya Instagram handle
And lay my Brooks laces next to Pacs black rag and Kurths red and tan flannel
While the masses of you cannibals pretend i wasnt everything you said I was: “a threat to your castle”
I wasnt an improbable success, justa n “arrogant asshole”
And none of ya impressed by how I broke the shackles
Of so many literal and digital and so ci etal black holes
Got my will together to protect me from you jackals
Every penny feeds dogs nothing to you sad trolls
Youre the ones who rolled dice for Jesus Crown
Seein now the the prophecy
Even for this atheist it illuminates hypocrisy
Especially from the “loyal” ones
Fuck em they were all fake and full of face savin “tin foil” puns
Actin like im paintin walls with my own blood and shit (ignorant “mental illness” stereotypes, graphic enough?)
Instead of ground truthin standin up against injustices
Its a bitch knowin youre so close to the lifesaver
But nobody really wants to throw it, aint that right, “neighbor?”
Put me on the Bad List the Scab List the Black List
Nowhere can i fly beyond the web of you arachnids
Even if I drink from this flas kits
At least a credit to me im the only sheep who preached what he practiced
Blackest in the herd got served by the system
And the fist of these counterfeits claimin they resist em
Til they clock into their social service job and clock a pension
Suddenly Im “not sane” and I “need an intervention”
Did I mention im considere dan “attack threat”
Im callinout the cops and their secret third party Nazi ass bet
Peter Thiel, bitch, get the gas face
Cuz hes literally trying to give me the gas straight
Welcome to the gray space of Real-Time Crime Centers
Where political targets will get their whole life ended
Let the dumb, blind, get alerted soon as I, enter
Any geofence, camera, mic and outta sight sensor
Actívate the life, less to feast, on this light, dinner
Makin this reduction of my life look like a bright glimmer
They aligning unity community pride with
Eliminating violence another voice silenced
Call it Clear Vision but I call it COINTELPRO
Demote intellectuals promote any bigot with a cell phone!
Put i ton speaker
And let it put my soul on Petri dishes and eugenecists beakers
As these sneaky creepers get more secretive and sleeker
I ran Benito Juarez Trail but this is much steeper
Whats the point in flushin when the shits getting deeper
But litter is the only reason for a Street sweeper
Cuz these leaders only care about decorum not me, sir
What if all the filth transpires in the ether?
Through these EMF frequencies and you can never see her?
How do you expect this not to end just like Auschwitz
How do you pretend that im the perp and not the hostage?
God gets, way too much credit for the lies that the White man edits
And the Mexicans consider prophetic I think its pathetic
I cant even walk the streets here
Without 50 reminders noone wants me to be here
And *thats* the Red Flag and invisible hand
Is pulling the string on these marionettes and thats just bad
Its why you should never follow a chain of command
Unless they present you the evidence we demand
And if its just anecdotes
Question *why* theyre staining another motherfuckers Brand
And cant present a scrap of damn canned SPAM supportin their fascist quotes
What is your beef with me?
What is your insistence on not treating me equally?
What is with pólice and community creeps who be
Treating me like an animal they need to see deceased
Let me have my last meal and meet with a priest at least
Sorry I inhabitate Planet Earth and havent ceased the lease?
Sorry you dont like being compared to White sheets who meet
Under cover of night and light bright torches
At least thyey were held to account and thats much more than
This new Klan hidin in obscure digital fortress
Sayin im “crazy” to proletariat and Bourgeous (say “borjiss” bc I cant rhyme shit else with fortress)
Bougey i mean i seem lazy with my words
Like you said “im fucking crazy” and i may be on the verge
RAP 30 ish:
I dont know whats out there but i harbor no fear
Cuz im safe from the citys social engineers
See if “social” was “civil” and a bridge depends on it
It would all collapse soon as you placed a pen on it
MERIDA & PORTLAND RAPS (I dont even remember these, musta been drrrrruuuunk! They all suck ass)
Im the loco bone marrow toned güero doin dope thangz
Yucatan champion be lampin at ceno-tes
Trabajo cada sábado borracho cada noche
Da fly middle aged guy the ladies all conoce,
Back home they call me “crazy” Mexico me llamo Jose
I love da zone but hate to roll over these fuckin topes
Enchanted by the latín vibez it started back with Mo-nay (haha Moni was my GF back in 756 BC)
That was like my college life but now im broke and lone, lay,
Cuz karmas like a knife it slice directly to the bone, G,
Now she livin dat fly life while these White guys control, me,
Could use a One and Only cuz these back, stabbin Homiez
Be mo phony than the chedda in yo Kraft, Macaroni,
“Getaway” like Bobby to Jamaica and Merida (Mereeeda mispronounce on purp)
From the propaganda feeda
In the land of the cheataz
Where the house pays ya peanuts to destroy the true believaz
And ya spouse, takes ya freedom and she makes you an appeasa’
I make my own, freedom through the thangz that im achievin
If it aint enough im thankful that im breathin!!
I could fight my government with no surrender and die
Or open up my life to dopeness let it enter and fly,
Nothin left to do but act upon the life i decide,
Crack, the fissures in americas old Jekyll n Hyde, act,
Face the situation? I tried that,
Escapism was based on agents tracin my location to hi-jack,
My every act and all i really want is my life, back,
So ill keep using alcohol and rap as a life, raft,
Or an ice pack,
Out of the maze, into the mice, trap
Christ, thats a life that just begs for this night cap!
Crack da 40 homey let me medicate my trauma
Fuck it 2 because im gonna lose my life before my honor
See im already a gonner fuck the health and wellness act,
Cops and psychiatric systems put a target on my back,
Bestow position power on a coward? Its a wrap!
Pussy ass, robotic rubberstampers Will attack!
Scared to face a real one in the octagon they hate us
So they build a panopticon to subjugate and tame us,
Intentionally misrepresent righteous defiance
As “aggression” “hostility” “intent to commit violence”
Maybe im just biased; against fascist bigots;
I de, humanize the lives of these, Cracka Triscuits,
They only steal ya lunch and punch down because they love us! (sarcastic)
Predictive crime apps are the new White sheet covaz,
Cross device tracking biometrics and this is just
The tip of the environment in which i exist,
I might just raise a fist but that aint doing shit,
And when i appraise my sitch might lacerate a wrist!
But that aint the way to ditch
My life and play da bitch,
I gotta take my risks
And make a hater wish,
They didnt play with this,
Cat who dont take the nip
Im on some Laker shit, takin another ‘Chip,
I dont relate to this suspicious neighbor bitch
I plan to escape your grip, and im sure youve prayed for it!
I feel a sensation its something like ionizing radiation
Around the corner the pólice cars waitin
i think hes doing more than hatin,
When hes staking my block out,
slowly microwavin
My DNA til im crossed out,
The danger in escapin just the same as if i stayed in my locked house,
Cause The Bacons (pigs?) penetrating walls with waves i cant block out,
I know im being murdered
i know its dangerous to talk about it So i murmur
knowing this is not the time to reveal what is being done to me
even in death im just a spectacle like those who once hung from a tree
i must be the sacrifice to keep the hives bumblebees
minds from succumbing to this vain life slumbering
to the finish line diminish my legacy always the misunderstood
ridiculued in their time for lifting the Hood
benefited the greater Good and still i suffer
doubt i live t osee my freedom while thsee fascists make it tougher
private public partners under the covers with no rubbers
and they some sick fuckers,
who love to watch you and your mother
surveillance junkies theyre never satisfied
til theyre sure youve got no place to run and nowhere to hide
and when it proves the stress they put ya throughs the reason ya died
they find another for the Threat List whose beliefs they despise.
Im the crib just up the road they tell the kids they mustnt go,
So i dipped im on another trip to mexi mothafuckin co,
Kickin it legit like im a Huxtable
Before Bill slipped the kids a mick
And made relationships somewhat uncomfortable,
Fuck it though and fuck the system; tried to make me take these pillz
I never learned a trade or skill instead i laced the asics racin hills
Neglectin payin billz
Butt nekkid on my back deck drankin swill
Youre faker than the “kindness” that hides my neighbors bigotry
Youre in a bad place mentally cuz im in yer mamas Tinder feed,
And we f’in to get whippin’ cream
Or maybe this is just a dream
Like one im having lately with an interesting recurring theme
In which al lof the crooked cops are finally facin cases
Ex felons fill up the jury box and say this: you Will not replace us
Were getting anxious for the day this is not just a baseless
Hip hop fantasy
when we can finally live in happiness peacea and anarchy
is the system the problem or just the bigots within it?
They all sinnin complicit and wont one of em admit it
They take the whole fuckin chicken
Tear off a ligament skip it across the cement sayin “boy go git it!”
Gerrymander ya district so yo vote wont win it
Harassin you in theirs so you dont go in it
Fillin up all their watchlists with vocal critics
The definition of bigot yes the PoPo is it,
And im a minor digit in the grand scheme of the Grand Wizard
Yo NeoMcCarthyism got me stranded in this blizzard
I cant see the future in front of me worth livin
Like Russ Simmons im hitchin this wagon to RUN … nin
And it simplifies the lessons dignifies this oppression
Sometimes i still can fly from the lies and deception.
I fail to see the point of asking “whats the point?”
Cause a life under surveillance worse than living in the joint
Theres more justice in detention under lock and key
Than falsified “Preventive science” thats secretly watchin me
Crackaz creepin on my sequences of steps, stalking me,
Been around the planet Land of the Free is a mockery,
Of the creatures who populate this rock – were sleepwalking be…
Still and breathe is what my shrink told me to practice
But this atmosphere im in just made me hack and cough and wheeze
I blew a gasket
This countryes sort of overrated like Draymond Green
Planning my exit before i wind up on Travons team,
My psychosocial profile is that of a stray dog, meaning
If you bring me so Little as a processed snack a hug and a shack
Then ill always keep coming back
Meaning im dead inside ill never hide the way i feel
Im just a dude the resto f you have tried to keell and probably weell.
BOO THAT WHOLE RAP SUCKS but I already had typed too much when I realized it. I probably wrote those in Portland, Portland simply does not inspire me to do anything but sleep, I get more vibes in those loud hot charismatic countries.
Im a bottom caste citizen they claim im “schizophrenic”
But its “sluggish” like what Russians did to dissidents
They wanna blazes surveillance capitalisms path, frictionless,
By training algorithmic math to flag all risks to businesses,
Pro-data privacy resistance in political prisons
More journalist disappearance suspicious with no witnesses
They know exactly when youre home and when youre all alone
Not just from your pone, gait face and vocal tone,
Meaning theres no escape and even if you shake your local zone
The global snitch infrastructure knows exactly where youve flown
And if you criticize cops you better whisper lots,
You can bet their shotspotters eavesdrop on more than pistol pops,
Try to raise awareness they Will claim its a delusión
So that they can frame you for a placement in their institutions.
Im under so much surveillance dont even get the opportunity
To take a breath and process abuses from my community
When the aggressor is your oppressor and he got control
Of data dealers, ISPs and worker bee thought control,
Hating on the righteous every lever pulled to stop your goal,
Reach it regardless he got the gold to buy an even bigger obstacle,
Possess a revolutionary spirit
Elbow Grease exloited by this beast so im back to these lyrics,
The rhyme book used to make me feel insecure this time im fearless
The government Will kill me just so that you never hear this,
Understanding that im working on a short clock,
I gotta get the truth out on the courts, psych wards, and the cops
Cause theyre building out a real-time Hunt
More precise than the 451 Fahrenheit mutt…
This one is definitely a Portland rap! Just depressing like the vibe of this city. But like dirty and funny at the end, My fucking God hahaha.
My life is on a trash heap,
Im bout to take my last leap, from this bridge
While the audience pretends to gasp,
Stifling the fact that theyre laugh, ing,
Ha, ving a blast, as my ass fails to Surface from the liquid glass, sheet
Of the Willamette ask, me, did I plan it?
Nope! I just wanted to see if God, really be on yalls team!
All things are never what they seem im really not some maniac
Unlike the unscrupulous with a penchant for changing facts
Pendant on my neck? Nope, Chinese imported plastic beads
Id rather doublefist a couple crappy cans under some jungle canopy
Than have to hack it as a fraud
Oh my god, im in frickin awe
At how these fake liberal bigots have so much more in common than at odds
Weaponizing laws? Yes. Exercisin? Naw.
Guess whos depressed? While another Finish Line I step across
(the point there is like, I feel like people who go so hard at me to try to “prove” how “sick” I am are obviously depressed people. Its total projection. Theyre downright hostile here!! Never been in a “liberal” city where you can just get reported to some agency by the very person losing their shit and berating you for like, not parking correctly or some shit. I left Portland for 3 months and when I came back they had actually made into LAW things like “mandatory pitbull insurance,” and “no homeless people at the aluminum can recycling center after 6pm,” WHAT THE FUCK???? these are not reflective of Liberal values nor of frankly mentally stable people, it just reeks of a collective misery lashing out at any scapegoat they can find, what a waste of a city that looked like it had potential a decade ago to really be a progressive leader in the country and the world, not at all the case today)
Check another box on the list before the bucket kicks,
And since i know you wish me dead i wish you this: suck a dick
Lick my sweaty grundle eat the berries too,
Ill tortue you for 2 hours like flicks by Tyler Perry do,
And like my Prom Night balls Ill leave you feeling very blue,
As I squeeze more titties than a dairy do,
And I make more hits than M Carey foo’
Got yo bitch hittin higha notes than Mariah
By the fiyah
On the bear, skin, who, got, Karen callin cops again shes in a state of shock
Cuz when i slid it in her she said “You must be a N****”
So she called George Zimmerman and now im just chalk
And Now Im hanging with Pre (Fontaine) and im hanging with Shock,
G I wish i hadnt gotten so horny with my big cock
Erased by the government like TikTok,
For frontin with my Howard Stern dick like my dick is what my dick’s not,
Its why im writing raps alone inside an empty home at 42
As a boozer because even complete losers get horny too,
Fishin for sympathy from a chick who doesnt mind
Takin 4.2 inches for 16 seconds from behind
I dont mean to be selfish i cant help this,
Fact thaqt im a Little bit elfish its such a grind,
Never getting yours while i always get mine,
(this is actually fucking hilarious hahaha. Childish, self deprecating, penis jokes)
After i fulfill my urges i just feel worthless
Like we both know im a freak who belongs in a circus
While youre clearly unsatisfied with the original purpose
Unless redefined as a form of community service!
Its sad because i still would like to see you
I wonder would it help if we just shopped for love enhancement toys on TEMU?
LETTER TO US EMBASSY IN MEXICO SHORTLY AFTER ESCAPING DEATH (for the time being) --- I left my sorry ass mother as my “contact” at a hospital who apparently does not value my life and proceeded to, as usual, pathologize all of the abuse….
Hi Samantha,
This is Joe Leineweber. I had a serious medical emergency in Huatulco on June 16. This had nothing to do with "mental illness." My mother is a 73-year-old home ec major who has very limited understanding or experience in life beyond the confines of HOAs and Whole Foods parking lots.
It is a fact that in 3 months in Oaxaca, and especially after registering a motorcycle with Semovil / traveling extensively to non-tourist zones, I increasingly came under scrutiny (and increasingl hostile / suspicious attentions) of groups of individuals who had a clear "truth" pre-determined as to the purpose of my travels.
In short, I was treated as either a narcotrafficker or purchaser, or someone otherwise involved in the illicit use or sale of drugs. This is not merely "in my mind," mind you. I also was unable to withdraw my own funds from any banks based in Mexico, rechazado sin explicacion.
The more digital "footprints" I would put down in a given jurisdiction, and I frequented many, from Cd Oaxaca Juarez to Analco to Ixtlan to Tuxtepec to Tierra Blanca to Loma Naranja to Cuicatlan to Pto Escondido to Pluma Hidalgo to San Jose del Pacifico to Huatulco ..... the more abuses I would encounter from locals who perpetually described my travels on my motorcycle, which was clearly compromised in terms of access to its GPS movements .... all centered on a massive lie that I am somehow a "criminal" and subsequently I would experience numerous xenophobic acts transpiring against me .... typically a "freezeout," kind of like Jim Crow America, where one day you return to your pueblo and all the hotels tell you they have no vacancy despite having zero guests / cars in lots / lights on in rooms, the restaurant you went to is suddenly shuttered and tell you they ran out of natural gas to cook with, and I think I already mentioned the financial thing .... that I'm literally frozen out of accessing my own money throughout your country without explanation.
My mother nearly got me killed. The fact is that I DID have a severe and sudden onset of symptoms including loss of sensation in my legs, hands, and a total "blackout" in my head, clearly losing blood to brain and/or heart, and this pathologization that my mother made over the phone nearly got me killed. I have zero doubt, based on the ridiculous number of locals in this region who sought me out to ask me the same 4 questions (de donde vienes? A donde vas? usas drogas? Tienes problemas en tu pais?) that I was brought to this point by "cop tech," as I was already on their radar as being either an active criminal or past tense criminal on the lamb.
Then if I stay a little longer by finding a workaround to a rental, things escalate. I was assaulted in front of 6 officers and literally dozens of townspeople for no reason in Pluma Hidalgo. I went to the cops to point out the guy and have him arrested. He ran up to me and slapped me across the face in front of the cops who ... again .... did nothing ... other than form a circle around me, aim their cell phone cameras at me and ... guess what they aggressively asked me? "usas drogas? Tienes problemas en tu pais? de donde vienes? Adonde vas?" There were other instances where I was simply bumrushed by cops who told me I was evicted from a given cabin or hotel, without cause, just that it is for "safety."
It is well known that advances in tech and culture have encouraged governments / private partners to adopt sick sadistic technologies that purport to locate "persons of interest" in things like moving cars or hotel rooms. It was in the cab from Pluma to Huatulco (where I planned to fly to Chile, not back to the USA), and specifically at the precise moment that we entered cell range, that I suddenly got "hit" by a very powerful pulse of some kind that stayed attached to me the entire way in. That is what nearly killed me. All in the name of "tracking" me, and on utterly false pretenses.
I was not in a "mental health" crisis. I am not now. I am in a real crisis. And my mother does not understand the ramifications of her own ignorance, that by going to you government agents with this "mental illness" BS, she is actually enabling the very "preventive" tech abuses that nearly got me killed.
I flew to the USA in hopes of getting better medical care for what clearly are very serious warning signs of an externally induced acute brain "attack," which only occurs in the range of AI-enabled surveillance environments, such as airports and tourist zones ironically (traveling is VERY dangerous for me). This is founded on a massive lie that I am a "schizo" and "dangerous" which I strongly feel is "shared" across borders by my government, or enabled by private company "threat detection" companies which sell the same snake oil to both governments.
I did in fact check into an emergency room in the USA upon return. I went WITH my mom, naively thinking that having an upperclass older woman with me would signal "credibility" to the staff in ways I did not have that day in Huatulco.
I never received any medical attention. Nobody did anything to check my vital organs for signs of trauma. Rather, I was thrown into a wheelchair(!) and escorted by 2 armed guards(!) to a holding cell with a tin mirror (as in, "no glass," like a jail cell), where I was watched by not only cameras buy a 20-something woman with the words "CRISIS SPECIALIST" on a placard around her neck. Nobody even checked my heart or brain, my most vital organs, which were essentially blown to smithereens in Huatulco. I was discharged with "acute psychosis" with no mention of facts: losing consciousness, losing feeling in legs, losing feeling in hands, involuntary shaking of legs.
Worse yet, when I asked to take a leak, they handed me a cup. To be clear, I am a marathon runner. I run 42km races. I. Do. Not. Use. Hard. Drugs. Nor have I ever. I dont think my mother understands when she ignorantly spouts off these pathologizations of me how that is interpreted by most ... as a euphemism, "acute psychosis" essentially translating to "tweaking out on meth." And how that feeds the next cycle of abuses against me and perpetuates vicious biases that were already bad and dangerous to my safety once words like "acute psychosis" and "mental illness" officially launder my life's narrative by way of medical and government institutions who regard - bless her soul - my very, very intellectually limited 73-year-old mother as an "expert."
This madness must stop. I feel that I am trapped by a false diagnosis and paper trail, in the USA, and that it gets even worse in Mexico, as they seem to take these false alerts more seriously. I feel my authorities are corrupt, and my mother is inept, and too trusting in this "mental health" BS, she just cant let it go. But believe me when I say she is a moron and a major liability to me. THANK YOU for not enabling her to have me "committed." She doesnt have any understanding of how much she is hurting my life. There is no reason I ever should have had to go through what I went through in Mexico. It was my plan and dream to stay, to tour the country first, find a home, establish residency, and just .... live! There is nothing wrong with that. There are a lot of things wrong with how I was treated in Mexico, and with who, such as my mother, such as American "mental health professionals," such as unaccountable black box algorithms, are creating unsurvivable circumstances, which pit authorities and communities against me, which get me committed to a locked cell when I need medical attention, which lead governments to believe it is worth the risk of causing a sudden cardiac or cerebral event to simply track my actual human body while it is in motion in cabs or sleeping in hotel rooms, in the false name of "protecting the public."
I am still in a very high risk position, health-wise. What happened in Huatulco did not kill me, but it came so close. My heart, my brain, are truly damaged, severely. For all of this "mental illness" bullshit lobbed at me by both family and government, I think it needs to be acknowledged that I am also a seasoned marathon runner with a masters degree. So I am not stupid, and I am not without experience when it comes to physical symptoms. I know the difference between "all in my head," "fleeting discomfort," and "something is very fucked up." And something was very fucked up in Huatulco on June 16th. There was no question that a "preventive" or "predictive policing" system was homed in on my location, by literally tracking my physical body as it was in motion, and that those doing it seem to have no idea of the power of those systems, whether 5G or satellite, to cause sudden lethal consequences, which clearly points to the grandest of hypocrisies, that the "threat of violence / crime," presumably me in their narrative, falls victim to the ultimate form of violence / crime at the hands of those hypocrites who claim falsely, and get paid handsomely, for the Big Lie that they're the ones preventing these very outcomes for tourists and locals.
I strongly urge you to withdraw contact with my mother and communicate directly with me. I DEMAND an investigation into what really happened to me in Mexico. Huatulco was merely the culmination. It was beyond clear that there was a lot, and I mean a LOT, of nefarious attention on me in the months leading up to what ultimately came extremely close to causing my death.
More on the background preceding Oaxaca can be found here. There have been considerably more red flags flown about how I've been treated by government / private contractors than about me personally, despite what their official narrative continues to reflect.
What am I doing traveling the backroads of the Sierra Sur and Sierra Norte? Trafficking? Purchasing drugs? Fuck no. I'm just trying to LIVE because I feel my life has been stolen from me for so long. You know what else I did in Oaxaca? I ran a marathon. The Benito Juarez Trail from Gueletao to Huayapam (I didn't want to continue to Oaxaca de Juarez bc they treated me so shittily there), exactly 42K. It was so great. All by myself. A spiritual experience. Incredible. And you know what I kept thinking? Benito himself would be DISGUSTED with how they did me in the land he fought so hard to liberate.
https://marathonview.net/marathon-results-of-Joe-Leineweber
Please communicate with me, not Heidi, moving forward. I am no longer on my death bed. She is a highly unqualified liaison who knows nothing of the reality I lived, how LUCKY I am to even be here today, how precarious my future is precisely because of her ignorant pathologization of what I think is an otherwise amazing life I have tried to live despite these insurmountable obstacles.
I am the most qualified person to represent myself at this time.
Thanks,
Joe