🎙️ THE VERSE

Poetry, perspective and observations from Chris Cornell.

Down in the valley where the girls get naked. Black as the Pit from Pole to Polls. Stripping to the rhythm of "We're not gonna take it. Anymore." We went from red light special to a blue lights in the basement detour. They smokin' on Keisha, voting for Keisha, while Andre 3stacks stands on the City Hall Floor. Soak it in like lemon pepper wings from your local corner store. This moment in time is sublime. Bumping CNN on my surround sound to see is it a crime. Live from the Peach with impeachment with "Just be good to me" pumping out every precinct. The power of the people is loud and clear. Just be decent. We tired of this dissent. God in the flesh like 5 percent. God bless this mess. God bless Gary, Indiana and Flint. They trying to Bam Bam us like the Flintstones with Fred. Evelyn, I'm coming to join ya, heart attack us, like Fred. Pull our heart strings and attach us to policies that should stay dead. We don't need to wait on a transition plan. The plan is always to get ahead. Paved by the ones that marched, fought, died and bled. Enough said. This red clay caught a blue wave. Forever onward. We will not cave.