Vision
by Kenneth Bell
It doesn't take all day to notice the sun,
nor to distinguish it from the stars.
Not even the blind would confuse that one,
with Venus, Neptune, or Mars.
They lack its radiance, its life-giving rays,
it is an angel from on high,
they are specks in the night, yet it causes the day,
and dominates the sky.
by Kenneth Bell
It doesn't take all day to notice the sun,
nor to distinguish it from the stars.
Not even the blind would confuse that one,
with Venus, Neptune, or Mars.
They lack its radiance, its life-giving rays,
it is an angel from on high,
they are specks in the night, yet it causes the day,
and dominates the sky.
Belly of the Beast
by Kenneth Bell
I'll swallow up poppa if he hustles on the side,
when the bills get too steep and he don't opt for suicide.
I'll isolate momma away from her child,
I'm the belly of the beast—sit and talk for a while.
I'll digest lil' sis' when she's short on cash,
and some new drug causes her to sell that ass.
I'll devour lil' Johnny, cause Johnny boy tried to pimp,
got lost in a game trying to peg leg gangsta limp.
From the courthouse, to the precinct, to the newest superstation,
I'm the man of a thousand faces in the bowels of a kluxist nation.
I'm the beast of Revelations with the power of resurrection,
I'll give you LIFE without parole... or DEATH by lethal injection.
Graveyard for the living, of barbed wire, steel, and mesh,
of desperate souls and lonely hearts and slowly rotting flesh.
Industry, manufacturer of killer, crook, and thief,
to keep blood money flowing through the capitalistic beast.
Not America... Amerikkka, you've raised your ugly head,
to ease economic hunger pains that could not be eased with bread.
From Soledad to Joliet, on up to Ryker's Isle,
is the stench of a monstrous beast with mankind in his bowels.
Suburbia is my home, but the ghetto is where I feast,
I'm one baaaaaad motha'fucka, I'm the belly of the beast!
by Kenneth Bell
I'll swallow up poppa if he hustles on the side,
when the bills get too steep and he don't opt for suicide.
I'll isolate momma away from her child,
I'm the belly of the beast—sit and talk for a while.
I'll digest lil' sis' when she's short on cash,
and some new drug causes her to sell that ass.
I'll devour lil' Johnny, cause Johnny boy tried to pimp,
got lost in a game trying to peg leg gangsta limp.
From the courthouse, to the precinct, to the newest superstation,
I'm the man of a thousand faces in the bowels of a kluxist nation.
I'm the beast of Revelations with the power of resurrection,
I'll give you LIFE without parole... or DEATH by lethal injection.
Graveyard for the living, of barbed wire, steel, and mesh,
of desperate souls and lonely hearts and slowly rotting flesh.
Industry, manufacturer of killer, crook, and thief,
to keep blood money flowing through the capitalistic beast.
Not America... Amerikkka, you've raised your ugly head,
to ease economic hunger pains that could not be eased with bread.
From Soledad to Joliet, on up to Ryker's Isle,
is the stench of a monstrous beast with mankind in his bowels.
Suburbia is my home, but the ghetto is where I feast,
I'm one baaaaaad motha'fucka, I'm the belly of the beast!