Project Blues

I canít sleep
And I am trying to snooze
And some mother fucker upstairs is banging on my radiator with a pipe and heís giving me the Project Blues
Now heís playing the star strangled banner in reverse I hope ñ oh how I hope
Oh how I wish I could find a fuckiní housing man
So cold in here you can only curse
And I canít cope
And I need some dope
Or at worst some Tylenol with codeine for my legs
You see I live on the 23rd floor and the elevator has been out for 43 fuckiní days
Now seven times a second I voyage up and down those damn stairs
Filed with piss-infested corners, owned by crack neglected occupants, the so-called stockholders of these damn project holding non-negotiable shares
But who cares Ö who fuckiní cares
I have to make it to my cell alive and not dead
Walking down mile long hallways reminds me of a first-degree security lock up instead
And so many entrances and so many exits they install
Producing and environment conducive to crime
I guess this fuckiní project was a successful experiment after all
Having us stacked like animals one on top of another
So much frustration builds I take it out on the closest person to me
my brother ñ my sister
and there he goes again that fuckiní lunatic
playing that damn song
I wish he would just quit
And shit man I canít get no sleep
The warden still havenít turned up the heat
But like a fool Iím gonna wait even though I know it will never arrive
Always leaving my life up to fate
Kind of philosophy that destroys your inner drive
So fuck you Socrates, Plato or whoever else this type of thinking brings to mind
Iím gonna to join my musical brother upstairs and sing this song
To keep me warm so I can forget all about this social, political and economical bind

Oh say can you see Ö
I forgot the fuckiní words

Oh say Jose canít you see
ever since Con Edison turned off your lights ...
how so proudly the cops failed to answer the stairway screaming?
and families splitting over abandoned cars, what a horrifying sight
and all the brutality we watched and were made to endure
how our rights have no meanin!
And the electric chair!
the bombs bursting in Vieques air!
gave proof to strengthen our fight
ëcause during the day the nightmare will still be there
ëOh say how does that star strangled banner want us in graves
from the land of the greedy and the home of us ñ the slaves

by Ray Ramire