Retarded Development

Once upon a rhyme,
lived a boy who hadn't done laps
in the rat race of life,
so while I'm young and the memory is fresh
put this quill to canvas and story it will write

Of a boy growing up in East London,
around the corner from gangs, drugs and prostitution
Live his sheltered life under lock and key,
no socialising with hoodrats,
his mother fears for his safety,
won't let him become street scum,
tried to shield the youngerster,
from factors that were introduced later
A young boy who believed in Karma and was never a retaliator,
shy and self-pitying, body open access punchbag,
catch him sobbing 10 minutes later,
every small comment served as a confiscator,
of self respect and pride,

Had he known what he knows now, he would
have become a mutilator,
not a diplomat of pen and paper,
instead the type who suggests
"shoot first ask questions later"
the kinda fella you wouldn't want to bump into in an alley,
the kinda killer who's messier then a broken home's collapsed marriage,
fired for malpractice, an ex-coroner
who's as artistic with your brains
as Hitchcock was spilling blood into drains,
I'm lucky, from ignorance came appreciation
for artifacts of intelligence,
but this dettachment from society
makes me feel culturally irrelevant,
I think growing up on Robocop hindered my moral development,

And what an uncommon audience, eh,
listening to a teenage stoner anti-establishment
liberal british indian,
but something I have in abundance is vision,
all I need to do is find a way to sway your decision,
to focus on listening, cuz the way that I'm narrating,
quirky in style to say the least,
try it for an evening,
see if at least one rhyme don't change the way
you're perceiving,
this world, it'll make you stockpile rations
and ruin the pattern in which you're sleeping,
your routine is fucked cuz waking life's a daydream
and while there's still people out there not eating,
greed is humankind's celebrated new meaning,
for such an important moment in history I find
our complacence demeaning,
we need great minds with the capacity to be scheming,
in prepartion for a new era of Mankind,
where Man is no kinder,
you find your best mate's gone
because she wouldn't agree, to wear an I.D,
and now no one knows where to find her,
easier to allow mistakes of morality, like,
herding up non-citizens, arrested and
herded in holding pens,
Not suprised that the ghettos are
rich zionist's solution for
ethnic pollution,
all done in the name of
God's retribution.