Peace and blessings my name is Rabbi Darkside I Peace NY This goes out to My straphangers My transit workers My turnstile jumpers Optical illusions track lighting in tunnels Audio confusion the conductor always mumbles Preposterous conclusions like some humans are sub-human Bluebloods bugging and blogging us into ruins We all on the same train once the engine's moving But never subject to the same search and intrusion In the course of commuting I mention the 4th Amendment Cause public address warnings would have us all at attention Unattended package please tune in your senses Be sure to mind the gap with a dabble of vengeance It's happened in Barcelona, Tokyo, London and Athens Now New Yorkers have far more to fear than wallet snatching The odds of picking a pocket Same as a missile or rocket Citizens riddled with cops It's got us thinking of Towers Something evil's lurking somewhat of a demon serpent See something say something I mean it if it's urgent See Something Say Something See Something Say Something See Something Say Something See Something Say Something Everybody panic when they be riding the transit Heavy metal attacks: Megadeth, Anthrax Celluloid shudders like beer guts and bu*ts At the thought of being stuck in subterranean crust See emergency trucks scream for rescue workers Inside paranoid out in the streets they call in murder From the book of Bush, Chapter 5, read further Racial profile every person in a turban or a burka (Say What) I'm in the system like a cursor and a server But my fingerprints are innocent I'm praying to Minerva Weaving poetry magic and wisdom like we're golden But yellow terror alerts spread nightmares like The Omen Less hating Wes Craven guesswork is junk science Everybody's flesh hurts at the shot of gun violence Donut dunkin' pork bellies don't speak no Arabic But are qualified to outline who they perceive as a terrorist? See Something Say Something See Something Say Something See Something Say Something See Something Say Something Surveill-ing like they're Israelis and jailing deporting aliens Ain't no stopping it, Prophesy is Pygmalion The monster is on track we're trapped there's no derailing it Try to lay in the cut but jutting up sort of salient If only we could adjust bust or go chameleon Or just appreciate the fact we're all mammalian Media be misleading blood s**ing disease-carrying Having us sipping Orange Crush out of the Holy Grail We're mechanized to recognize anything that ain't Westernized Out of place megabyte residing in your second life From the land that brought you double cheeseburgers and cheddar fries Rambled so far from the Pre-Amble that they had to sever ties So the next time that you hear the announcement When you're riding the Iron Horse residents or out of towners Remember this: suspicious is s state of mind Try opening your eyes and saying… Hi