Men turn to monsters, as they have every right to,
Kaiju
Many a white eye turns yellow poking through metal,
Not all brass looks like gold, but the crown on his head’ll,
Nowhere to settle, not every seat of power is marquee,
Zaman Lafia ta fi zaman sarki,
Monster films don’t work in monster societies,
People tend to relish in their oppressor’s anxieties,
See,
Godzilla represents atomic war and impending death,
He’s a mythological figure who breaths atomic death,
Kong Kong represents the black men and hyper masculinity,
It’s not wonder law enforcement shot at him to maintain general civility,
Gorgo represents the decadence of empire,
But if you even get this reference, you and I need to chill once I retire,
People’s circumstances switch up in a flash, so do their attitudes,
Riachu
Men turn to monsters, as they have every right to,
Kaiju
The drunkenness of arrogance, the sobriety of earnestness,
I tried to bring purpose to my life, but these causes are so purposeless
Struggle begets progress but it also begets pain,
Hurt for cruelty’s sake isn’t tough love, it’s insane,
Because sensitivity is only damnable,
If someone has an emotional cavity under their left clavicle,
If the gentility you seek is what you serve, that sensitivity becomes compatible,
Everyone wants to be a beast but not get treated like an animal
People’s circumstances switch up in a flash, so do their attitudes,
Riachu
Men turn to monsters, as they have every right to,
Kaiju
So many men spit facts, to sponge it all up, one would be left moist,
Leaving the ladies high and then dry, like the Titanic with a bereft hoist,
The expectations have been romantic,
The partners become pedantic,
Bad decisions begetting bad positions, to the pitiful, I’m not as sympathetic,
Alot of people wanna play castle and check mate,
Or hook up like a death rate,
Thinking I got kicked to the curb, my axes were set straight, with nothing left to grind but repressed hate,
Besties think they’re investees, as if your life is available at Wells Fargo,
Everyone seems fine, but it’s all fake like Chinese cargo,
If I may be Frank as Donnie Darko,
May Allah leave the jealous humiliated and the righteous intimidated,
May the darkness that envelopes jinn and knot blowers become illuminated,
Because blood suckers become dust in the sun, weak threats from weak men only leave me irritated
People’s circumstances switch up in a flash, so do their attitudes,
Riachu
Men turn to monsters, as they have every right to,
Kaiju
The plagarists get immitated
The promise of peace gets wars instigated,
The heros get isolated
The villans become venerated
Not until the death bed the the innocent get exonerated
Some boys have dads on fathers day, yet refuse to celebrate it,
As the basics advance,
it’s nature becomes contrarian,
Clothes become less about the fabric and more about who’s wearing them,
Wealth becomes less about cash and more about assests and where where your sharing them,
Math ceases to be about digits,
All letters and symbols
Communication’s better with symbols,
Smiles become growls behind dimples,
The smartest act like they’re simples,
Language becomes less about what you say,
And more about the omission you makes, and the clues you give away,
Roses actually don’t grow through concrete,
weeds and ferns do,
Such creation shouldn’t thrive under a slab,
But it learns to,
The snarks make remarks that sound smart in certain parts,
It’s confounding, whether before or after the degree, ignorance starts,
It’s all paper, some is destined for a bank, some is destined for a heap,
Some are layered enough to keep, some lacks thickness and is cheap,
The jump from nature to modernity is more of a vault than a leap,
People’s circumstances switch up in a flash, so do their attitudes,
Riachu
Men turn to monsters, as they have every right to,
Kaiju
