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Stable Fables

by Khemmeta

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1.
Somber Days 01:12
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feds just tear-gassed Portland's mayor whose laws are they enforcing there? who says 45 can't nix the vote? what judge got a gavel that'll fix the skull fractures of the 4th estate's orbital sockets? of course we wanna take the high road but when war's on the docket if we don't burn the bunkers of the occupying forces there'll be soldiers in your living rooms, pouring your coffee into cups and the faces of alleged thought criminals unrestrained fascists ain't gotta use subliminal tricks, they got firearms, explosives, all the physical arsenal required to retire any critical resistance, give in? get maced batoned and tased somber days finna spawn and claim another hundred thousand souls, gone and slain ain't a maid that can cleanse such an awful stain and the mess still builds, deaths and kills finesse is nil, accept and deal or be next, they'll steal all your precious meals and they'll take every weapon, especially quills this song never ends, this is your life now shoulda thrown molotovs into the ***** ***** regret that we let all this coup unfold now it's hard to admit that we "used to" vote truth is choked by troops with the guns that bang brownshirts at your door like, "run them things" they will chop you down just to count your rings just to count your rings, just to count your rings.
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Disobedience Academy 03:48
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"That ain't even how you hold a picket sign!" normies, on their couches, end days, acting like, "this is fine" a couple freeways get delayed, haters invoking King?! it's like y'all never got what marches were supposed to mean it's like y'all thought these executions righteous sentences it's like you wanna be the villains in the mission with activists defending your rights as complacent citizens first amendment nixed and comrades are getting renditioned where you at? fixated on looters? in a nationwide fucking depression, you wanna do this? you DISGUST me, too BOUJEE to IMAGINE being STUCK without a BUCK to give the RULERS that'll NEVER give a FUCK if your luck, ran out, with shelter-in-place orders and the unemployment funds barely buffed, are cut shorter you’re gonna take a deal when you can get it, admit it your landlord ain’t gon give out extensions for being timid y'all out here with croc tears for Wendy's snitching on state violence survivors over some kindling aggressively assisting the grinder to turn its gears some of y'all woulda gave away Tubman to overseers like, "She's over here, boss! Can't you hear her singing?!" with allies like y'all, thoughts of victory are fleeting i still got hope, although pessimism's tempting the threats are unforgiving, it's messy but we're winning. at our school, we all about that equity if you ain't talking that? then you ain't saying shit to me stop repeating conventions and let the vision breathe the People are leading this whole assembly on our campus, the only focus getting free you ain't talking that, then you ain't saying shit to me climb up the shoulders of giants where Icarus could be and shout the revolution til devils gotta jump ship and flee. Harriet tatted on me screaming, "Must free others!" with a stick, not a carrot, deserters can see the Otherside early but there’s no going back, no second guesses after starting up the quest there’s no crawling back or resetting me? i’m 40 hours a week, for corporate overlords back in '011 i swore, that we were gonna soar shook, when my Occupy comrades readied for war with a feral infestation of swine, a hoard of boar now it’s, socially distant disobedience academy freshman dropout but i act like i'm a campus dean i'm no Fred Hampton i'm not out on these embattled streets i ain't seen the front of a protest since Kaep still had a team i'm giving backseat directions like issa taxi mad at folks defending storefronts, probably their auntie’s i just want the General Sherman tactics advancing we could scorch a dozen earths over, and still be lacking in justice as such, retribution, whose solution is talking the matter through with folks clueless that they're abusive? the billionaire looters keep choosing to keep their lootings and if we can't take their heads let's cremate their institutions this second great depression is the perfect time to do this if my paycheck falters someone's paying for my roof and these fascists ain't gon starve me in silence just wait and see clocked in at '83 no plans to clock out gracefully it's like that! at our school, we all about that equity if you ain't talking that? then you ain't saying shit to me stop repeating conventions and let the vision breathe the People are leading this whole assembly on our campus, the only focus getting free you ain't talking that, then you ain't saying shit to me climb up the shoulders of giants where Icarus could be and shout the revolution til devils gotta jump ship and flee.
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A Dinnertime Fable 01:20
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once upon a time there was a backwards society where citizens were punished for their hunger when they try to eat and overflowing meals of one percenters piled so high crumbs would tumble from the sky when they finally went to try a piece people went hungry in shadows of these towers while the rulers just played with their food through the hours and the days and the weeks, if you gazed at their meat they would summon your destruction by a gang of police til the day the police forgot to play their part quiet and the tired hungry masses all ascended into riots and the bunkers of the bastards one by one went up in fire til the kings had no one left to keep their castles from mire they tried to bribe the crowd to join up with house but the people pulled their faces outta smirks and into pouts before the royals could announce and declare, "let them eat..." they were blinking under guillotines they fucked around and found out you're a cub in lion's den, or entrails dinner's served, you eating or getting impaled? you mighta ate a fish or two but listen, this whale better get the butcher to carve it and make it fit well. they look like pork, but taste like chicken a spit roast is highly recommended yeah, they look like pork, but taste like chicken a spit roast is highly recommended they look like pork, but taste like chicken get a fork and a plate from the kitchen yeah, they look like pork, but they taste like chicken a spit roast is highly recommended.
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Do You Read 03:27
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while everyone that knows me swears i'm floating i just pray for gills still selling my body in desperate attempts to pay the bills still riding the subway where pathogens wait to make their kills still wincing in pain from a year of grinding my labor skills looking for the clouds to part to catch whatever fate reveals some unnamed McGuffin to pocket and make the pace feel real then it all dissolves to a stand still i try to grasp the scattered sand to make an ant hill and feeling like the carrot's just a legend the stick is ever present, don't wanna embrace the negatives but how could i conclude a loving deity perfected this? the whole dimension's in desperate need of an exorcist we're off the slopes and ungrounded beyond the precipice coyote time is that extra second where dread slips in not a blessing to perceive eminent death when it ain't nothing you can do to pass gravity lighter settings, dig? do you read me, are you literate can you hear me, am i articulate can you smell, what i'm stepping in let your safety go, sink into the depths of this do you feel, is it sensitive? what the lick read, is you getting it? do you see, is the vision clear? or would it only be redundant if i disappear? did I tell you be a square? no! Meta did that so hopefully you'll shape up better than that don't be fooled more than once, like D***a said trust in liars to lie, trust in trouble to tread whenever guards are down, trust it’s torches in the air devils flee like deer from the roaring of the seraphs when they lit the precinct up i heard the chorus in the flares hope for the world, but I'm hoarding the despair drowning in jobs, with a drought of careers gotta drown all the sobs under gummies and beers fifty rip its a month, future medical bills i could, never afford, til i sell all my feels & i play, drms, on the whl wthr, feeln, outta tch or out-gnd n the fld when the truth is obfuscated such that none can reveal i’m punching up, til my knuckles kinda numb, do you feel? do you read me, are you literate can you hear me, am i articulate can you smell, what i'm stepping in let your safety go, sink into the depths of this do you feel, is it sensitive? what the lick read, is you getting it? do you see, is the vision clear? or would it only be redundant if i disappear? i'm on my old shit, like it's '06 ways so fixed like, "what the fuck is a COVID?" look right through my whole existence and you know this the world is ending, but it's just another moment in a boat named Hope with a hole beneath the ocean and the rising tide is rolling, rowers steady rowing saltwater manifests in every lung until it's swollen the captains still afloat regard our carcasses as gold it's, barely metaphor, closer to a fable we don't get no bowls we get the trickle from the ladle if they let us keep our earnings they behave like it's a favor then they blame us for malnourishment when we don't stop to savor, listen this is labor, feudal serf original flavor secret ingredients: batons and the tasers we, die in trash bins, they vacay in Aspen "you mean it's all class war?" always has been.

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Just a little something for while we're all kinda stuck in one place, a feeling I've become accustomed to since a bit before the Rona.

I planned to make 12 EPs this year. This is the first of those I'm getting out to you. Yikes!

Some of this is inspired by the music of Aesop Rock. (Get it, fables?)

Oh yeah, I wrote the lyrics for this during the last two weeks or so. So, that 12 EPs thing might still happen. Hang around and find out.

Be safe and be brave! If you've made it this deep into 2020, you can and will survive anything.

See you next time.

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released August 7, 2020

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Khemmeta's music strives to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves, or are shouted down when they do. His upcoming EP "When I Get To It" produced by Stephonathan (1/3 of both Pride City Purpose & Chedda Guap Boyz) is silly, nerdy, romantic, anti-nihilistic and defiant. He can't wait for you to get to it this [December]. ... more

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