up the revolution

Currently and for really good reasons
I am off the street.
 I'm tired.
Shit went wrong, way wrong and I sold out
I had to pick a side between the side I'm on
Which is a trap
the worst kind
I want to hang out at home for a while,walk the dog, watch the rabbit.
With my family
I don't want to write to inspire or burn anymore cop cars
I cringe when I think and remember Cambridge, Harvard Square, Berkeley,Oakland,Chicago and how hard we fought and how hard we got beat
all the places I was that I wasn't
all I had to do to last
all of that

I can't figure out what winning would look like or how all of the right fight should go
and,whats up now, they already got it away from us
Maybe we can't hold our ground because it really isn't ours
I think we got overrun
we didn't have enough teachers left





I'm never going to do two things again
 roof on a house or fight a cop who has the full weight of the biggest armed  gang of kiilers trained in combat behind his ass since the 300 Spartans that tried to hold that pass got theirs
 wait for help up front, the help that never has come
I had enough for now

I still want to

So we still got that going for us


My father finally retired
I know he didn't want to.
I really do

Probably, I'll be back

We'll see