Pseudo Artists

I’ve been piecing this together over the past few days. It’s directed particularly towards artists who use their craft solely for themselves when they have potential to impact cultural attitudes and social/political movements. Art is pleasure for some – including myself – and in many ways it should be, however I feel that now to direct 100% of our attention on our own comfort, perpetuates an apathetic view and therefore, the global issues of today. Anyway…here’s a rap about it:

(last minute performance of it below)

Pseudo artist, you know, your art is

Pleasant for someone who sells to  lethargic target markets

Your distraction’s where your heart is

Message vague, or just simply never started?

You’re a smart kid, but fuck, come on, just part with

The void, that clearly has you caught up in a hard fit

World’s a hard hit, we’re fossilising plastic

Your force, exhausted on nothing, just a dark pit

Chart it, you have a body to impart,

The drive to survive won’t stand amongst your tarnish.

 

Find some meaning, forget about deceiving

Yourself that your input’s simply for your pleasured dreaming

It’s demeaning, your denial has me screaming,

Art ain’t a fucking business, but for its intervening

You’re still breathing , our time on earth is fleeting

Epicureanism ain’t a patch on our healing

Why silk-screening only for self-streaming?

What’s the feeling you get? Passion’s all I am receiving

To express ourselves is expression of our bleeding

We unite in pain, don’t let it be a demon.

 

Channel the collective, gain some more perspective

You’re satisfied now, but looked back in retrospect this

Time you’ll regret your esoteric cryptic

Limiting yourself to the walls of the domestic.

I suggest this, keep your cast realistic

Cheer can be fatal like living pessimistic

No going back now, but we can’t not address this.

It’s up to us, don’t keep yourself restricted

Your mind’s not for what the media’s depicted

Nor thee anxiety that you’ve manifested

 

Pick up compulsively your neuroplasticity,

Direct it towards a coherent simplicity

Of here, the now, and I mean this realistically

Our earth is tortured by our own toxicity

Let pessimism grow, and we’ll count it’s synchronicity

Let your consciousness show and feel your electricity

 

(8 BEATS)

 

We don’t think we have resistance, that I’m rather rude

We don’t think we have recourses when they’re spunked on mood

We don’t think we have the time, that aimless work is due

We don’t think we have the knowledge but we fucking do

We don’t think we have the passion, lost in TV’s drool

We don’t think we have the strength when we survived through school

We don’t think we have the care because we think it’s cool

We don’t think we have the power but we have been fooled.

 

When the artefacts are mystery, we repeat our very history

Not letting awareness expand over our periphery

Put some of your publicity, on victims living desperately

Your skill ain’t your accessory, it acts as a trajectory

Act on sensitivity, given universally

Living through our spirit rather than hostilely,

Quickly watch your misery metabolise to liberty

Your injury into another’s victory

That’s who we really are, despite cultural trickery

Cos we’re the same, not divided by ethnicity

 

(Poem – 

So the world’s eight richest people own the same amount of wealth as the poorest 50 percent;

Is trickle-down-economics actually practical when our people continue to die on the streets?

They’re stigmatised for what they may use to cope with the danger they’re exposed to, nights of no sleep

And the hierarchy we delude ourselves with, rather than accepting our own vulnerability.

Mentally ill systems create mentally ill people and that ain’t deep, it’s reality.

You think that’s steep? We have already rolled past the tipping point of global warming;

The best possible outcome now would be

The earth becoming comparatively warmer before cooling back down – that’s if we act instantly.

Those in power prefer to distract us from this because it contradicts their global-economic stance,

With their friends in big-business, who’re leading the way in carbon emissions.

We’re already experiencing climate change refugees

Air on their arrival more hostile than the man-marked nature they fled from

Because we’ve been convinced that problems lie in the most vulnerable

To distract us from the actual causation.

This is the capitalist system, not inherently evil but easy to misuse

But we can refuse it’s malice through art;

That’s how we choose to come close to living outside it, smart

Because those who drive capitalism thrive on our disconnections from one another

And the deficit they’ve convinced us that we are.)

 

When escape means engagement, and activity spent

On art of resentment, aggravating descent

It ain’t just recent, but ain’t decent, causing mass repent

Man…you’re just a fetish for the one percent.

 

We don’t think we have resistance, that I’m rather rude

We don’t think we have recourses when they’re spunked on mood

We don’t think we have the time, that aimless work is due

We don’t think we have the knowledge but we fucking do

We don’t think we have the passion, lost in TV’s drool

We don’t think we have the strength when we survived through school

We don’t think we have the care because we think it’s cool

We don’t think we have the power but we have been fooled.

We don’t think we have the power but we have been fooled.

We have been fooled

We have been fooled

We have been fooled

We have been fooled.

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