Escape

So continues my series of bad rhyming. This is one pulled out the archives. Backstory: in the summer of 2013, I was in my friend's car and he was listening to "No New Friends" by DJ Khaled. I told him it was the worst thing I'd ever heard, and if he gave me 24 hours, I could write something better. I said it with all the emptiness I could, but he took me up on the challenge. Below is the result of that challenge. (J-Bakes, I hope you enjoy. I think you're the only one who reads this thing at this point.)

(Intro)

It feels like you’re pushing me, even when you talk me down.

I think I’d rather freefall than be standing on your ground.

That’s the only escape. Grasping at air in this liminal space.

(Hook)

America.

I can’t hold the grip any longer.

Watch me fall down the mountainside.

Listen as I hit the water. Notice how it’s louder than the land.

America.

I can’t hold this grip any longer.

Watch me bounce off all the branches.

Listen as I hit the water. Remember how my fingers slid across your hand.

(Verse 1)

I’ll Escape to Tahiti, where the trouble can't find me. Where I can trade bombs for palms,

Not once a year, but on Any Given Sunday.

Like a young Pacino, no room for no Dinero. No paper for ObamaSadaamOsama. Dark Zero.

Escape to Bora Bora, I won’t see one more Aurora.

All the fire casts new shadows: a phobia of the agora.

Can the Dark Knight Rise on a day that had no light?

It’s all illness - perhaps. Or a bad man’s plight.

Either way it ends in stillness with no batman fight.

(Hook)

America.

I can’t hold the grip any longer.

Watch me fall down the mountainside.

Listen as I hit the water. It’s always louder than the land.

America.

I can’t hold this grip any longer.

Watch me bounce off all the branches.

Listen as I hit the water. Remember how my fingers slid across your hand.

(Verse 2)

Escape to the Bahamas, where the sun’s a solemn promise

I can do how I want, just like a modern Pocahontas.

If I wanna board in water, I’ll go onto ma’ bay

I’ll interrogate the sea without Guantanamo Bay.

Hell, Dick and Barbie Bush could even join me for a day.

Escape to tropic Fiji, where all is Princess Peachy,

You know, I would have headed east, were I Mario and Luigi.

Land of the free, home of the brave?

The brave sent back over when they step over a boarder.

I see no free land, just a free man to save.

Escape to Cayo Coco, where to hate is fucking loco.

Here the cities dying from hatred,

Killing for religion – so sacred, but tainted.

A nation under God needs to get over itself,

Yea, we’re made in His image, but this picture He never painted.

(Hook)

America.

I can’t hold the grip any longer.

Watch me fall down the mountainside.

Listen as I hit the water. It’s always louder than the land.

America.

I can’t hold this grip any longer.

Watch me bounce off all the branches.

Listen as I hit the water. Remember how fingers slid across your hand.

(Verse 3)

Escape to Turks and Caicos, where you won’t find jerks and fake hos.

Right now this country’s run by sharks, just these penthouse-dwelling makos.

It’s politic for tack - tow much more than we push back.

Making lines in the sand, digging for a grain of impact.

Boys and girls are spinning wheels, for a chance to finally dish back.

Bowl forth. Incheon.

South Korea got Seoul, but North Koreans are soldiers.

Not only here and now, but that’s as old as morning Folgers.

It’s growing older, for if we Cain we’re Able, just gotta meet the prices.

Smoking Cubans, driving Germans, cause we all got rolling vices,

But it’s looking less midlife, more global missile crisis.

Escape to reality, where we’re punished for our frailty.

Cause to feel is to suffer,

To live like a brother means being something tougher.

Where boys become men as they’re crying for their mother.

If we could only love ourselves, so we could then go love another.

(Hook)

America.

I can’t hold the grip any longer.

Watch me fall down the mountainside.

Listen as I hit the water. It’s always louder than the land.

America.

I can’t hold this grip any longer.

Watch me bounce off all the branches.

Listen as I hit the water. Remember how fingers slid across your hand.

Know that I've looked, but this is the only escape.