(no purgatory) for a Black Suicide:
By Psycho Egyptian
Just another murder story Turned inside out Who hears a tree fall in a forest An obscure story One that Nature must not want you knowin About The man shot himself where no one knows how deep the blood absorbs & if it wipes out easily & doesn’t soak in the cushion of clout It has no way to kno it exists Like it was never born Like a ghost it be makin sense & making noise by making matter clench Tryna talk but you can’t understand what it be talking about…… At a hotel in Florida But b4 all the martyrdom We were We All :
Came up in NY thru the glory of crashing out on a couch Sleeping off the naughty Waking up in the same clothes that we grew up in…. No Rick Owens Just homies dressing each other in Black boots & goth Nauticas We hunted in groups At parties Where we couldn’t tell Headhunters From fun foragers
Where we learned to talk the dream shit Like we had a mattress in our mouth But all our apartments looked like a halfway house Sorry to all the girls who we was passing around
“I’m not paying when I’m at Lucien’s Just pass me the menu of black genius” She said amidst the cacophony of artists & other clever hanger-ons “I’m not a groupie I’m a moth…. A butterfly to their Light & dis gallery paying for my salad to get tossed at the end of the night”!….. We ate,
drank wine turned the lovely night into a food fight Preferring the putrid & in the lucid aftermath I was like “damn I wonder where dat whip cream came from Whence it end up in the middle of y face to ruffle ya brow….. Feeling like I’m here But I’m being separated Hate’ed out Lookin around thinking
“A whole lotta snob belles But neva no Julian’s” ….. Eating off the corpse of French food That came from American cows Put down the crowns…. We left the castle Realizing that’s not where Our boo or our blues be in
Then & Now My chiaroscuro has no Constitution da nigga can paint from the same heavy weight dat end up improving him
So for some yrs we abandoned the artshit Cuz music was the scene And it was Lit Where The Black Suiciderz turned death into Bliss
Way back when Fitness
Was catching wreck at Heck
And every promoter knew
My niggas didn’t need to be on no list
We all on the same team giving
Our Afro Pessimist an assist
Must re-enter to recapture
On the way it always helped the cause For a fan to stop us midway in applause To tell us he was “Fuckin w da Movement” Wit arms wrapped around shorty We respond: “I can’t call it I just do the work of my master” Independent as Fuck Wit no managers we still got our master’s Mastered” Edgelords just cutting thru bullshit Wit da edge We were The Black Suiciderz Wish I had a chance to tell my bruddas “There’s Neva a reason to push it off the edge Lord” If even in vain
I don’t eat food that don’t require To chew & knaw on pain At least as a way for you to know The animals name We used to stay bent off a German beer & Ye we was sniffing up in our brain &……. KKKs are just pigs in blankets Dem good ol boys is corn fed porn & black brutality The samo transnational same I thought I w fucked w Germans Til I went to Berlin & I realized I don’t like techno cuz I don’t like being in Krauts Just bcuz y weiner in buns Don’t make it sainted But the Mein Kampf resonants all around the world Cuz the ppl r drain’ed & America got ppl walking out Walmart Hooked up to devices lookin like Bane On tour as a happy go lucky Hobbit being endorsed by gay Merlin Lots remembered by how darkness & neon lights had the faces painted I slayyyed the dragons & got my “ubermensh nigga” tattoo Way b4 I found out about Faust In between artist & nigga bouts I’ve been remanded & remained it……. ………………………… Angels fly high to what they think is their calling But always end up moving back to the South You can try to be new But end up falling back on y ancients You will know us…. From our paths of devastation & killing fields of wounded Gossip girls who sob From only getting lazy dick & never the committed hell of cruelty……. They died from the dagger of “I just wanna Do Me”
But came back to life madder Conjoining their nanochips as fast as they cud say “Me too Me” Everyone wants to rebrand from being washed Back to youth of being a poppin pearl From new technology… The new “She” is: Social media’s machinery
Some type of Golem created from Magneto’s Fury & I blame the innocence gone On the hippies who groomed me & the Alcohol companies Who say “drink responsibly” so they can say “Me Too Me?!?! Who Me”? “Wow” she said “Didn’t realize how much y memory’s dead” Keep it that way cuz I don’t got no money for you to sue me
Somewhere inside sooth me Inside me….i must’ve became one w your hooligan or the lie fooling me My DNA’s implanted somewhere deep in her head in the refrigerator where she hides her organs w coodies She be on the dark web But finding a buyer is harder than any HR Giger hangin at Shulan’s If u plan to show in galleries plan on “Being the beast you worship” & Merging w the dealers & collectors ghoullery No Blue Chips = No Death Grips & No $$
I’m not dead I’m in a Bronx CryerGenic chamber coolin Arising into new life Cloned like Ripley Saying “she’ll breed …you’ll die…..u ain’t surviving my newest Queen” Wit a smirk on my face like I know about somethin funny
While yall still not thinking im pregnant With more movies & not having to prove shit Duties Looking sly & refined Relearning new ways to have new life & I’m just passing the time by Acting like I’m tryna save y’all in the meantime Someday they’ll grow this child From out the ghost of a mind
Walking through this purgatory
Of being Life’s crime
From having been a member of the Black Suicide——
(Ourz)
PsychoEgyptian is a New York-based musician and visual artist who works across various media including drawing, painting, video and music to engage radically democratized notions of identity.
