This is a P.S.A.
for pirated radio stations.
we're asleep in the american dream.
Let's get awake and face it.
Ive waited all my life for freedom,
running out of patience.
We've turned the new world
into a sick suburban nation.

I'll paint a portrait of the 'burbs
so you can see the basis
of my hatred for this
absurd stasis we've created.
You look around
and see nothing but a sea of neighbors
racistly segregated
by the real estate agents.

Physically separated
by the architect's visions,
our dwellings are set up
for solitary existence.
Supposedly rich
but poor in terms of real living;
cookie-cutter castles fit for kings
have become prisons.

And don't you dare to
be young or grow old, neither.
Ain't no room for y'all
in the nuclear family ether.
Kids and senior citizens
both need chauffeuring.
If you can't drive, then you die,
but don't worry...

Everyone drives around here,
ain't got another way to move.
Sure, there's buses and trains
but really ain't no routes,
no way to bike along
an 8-lane outer loop.
We inundate the innards
of the cities with our crowded crews

cause we always need to work
to keep buying nourishment.
Ain't shit growing on our lawns
but farms are flourishing, sort of...
the man-for-machine trade has been made,
and the rate and size of produce exponentially inflates

so we're healthy.
At least, so says the popular opinion of it,
but most of us are
mentally insane pinions,
crab-bucket syndrome.
Im tryna get out but they clawing me.
Solidarity in conformity,

Bottling reality,
sell it to me straight at the Wal-Mart
Disillusionment and depression
in the shopping cart
Make a quick stop at
the liquor store's mini-bar
Have a few shots of whisky,
pay with a credit card.

Far from in the black,
Im in the red, baby, debt's crazy
The economy crashed last week,
Damn tail-chasing
bail-baiting bank bastards,
get 'em in the clink fast.
We love to blame
others than ourselves for the hassles

of modernity incarnate, attempted technotopia:
obviously bullshit,
some dangerous myopia
work is just an okey-doke,
they permanently roping ya,
feeling like a hopeful dope
at a silent symposium.

Town hall's really just
a place for panhandlers,
and in the suburbs all we got's
a clubhouse and grandstands.
Shit,
Its cool for baseball but
what about the zoning laws?
I guess I get a vote but
they can't count em for the oval office.

I feel immobile often
like I'm in a local coffin.
I'm not joking: most times
I cannot manage walking.
I need a quart of milk,
some smokes and a pound of coffee...
Revolutionary road, my ass.
Please let me off it.

The mere existence of the path
on which we're taking steps
renders regions bleeding with disease.
how could we forget?
Ain't no patriarchal Gods or churches
if our mommys dead
"We all need to re-believe in people,"
Andres Duany said.

I'll quote the book,
just to prove I know my shit....
(You won't take me serious if I'm not actually legit):
He says, "communal space is key within a human habitat."
Well, in suburbs we're all sectioned off alone. how wack is that?

Let's not use as templates for a new design the broken ones:
All these rusty cities ashes,
misappropriated funds...
We'll shape it up right,
blaze a new trail like a blunt.
Aint saying, "fuck life,"
but fuck the way we get it done.

Look -
Ain't naught but residences
for several miles in each direction.
Arterial roads for automobiles
are our main veins to seek connection.
We need the presence of a store,
and more than that: a section
of each block reserved for shops
and some social resurrection.

Better yet, beyond the civics.
abandon Babylonic systems
civilized structures are inherently resistant
to the Tao.
Talking bout some
bring 'em down now shit.
Thats the most important task,
doubtless.