New Track: “Riviera of Bones”

This isn’t entertainment for me—it’s testimony. “Riviera of Bones” is a hip-hop indictment of glossy “peace plans” that rebrand siege as aid, displacement as “relocation,” and privatized rebuilds as salvation. The song names what’s happening: starvation used as leverage, governance without representation, slide-deck futures sold over real graves.

“Call it ‘peace,’ but it’s a leash—same cage, brand-new slaves.
Article Forty-Nine—write that law across the page.
Starvation as a weapon, now they rebrand it ‘aid.’
Great Trust? No trust.”

This track stands with international law and with people—not with ultimatums, not with consultant fantasies. Peace means an immediate ceasefire that breathes, unimpeded humanitarian access, homes rebuilt before ribbon-cut shows, and a political voice chosen by Palestinians themselves. Anything less is a management plan for an ongoing catastrophe.

#Ceasefire #HumanRights #Gaza #InternationalLaw #RivieraOfBones

HOOK

Riviera of bones, they selling condos on our graves,

• Meaning: Flips the glossy “Gaza Riviera” fantasy on its head—luxury redevelopment imagined atop mass death. “Bones” makes the cost explicit.
• Function: Stakes the song’s thesis in one bar: real bodies vs. fake beachfronts.
• Delivery: Drag out “bones” and punch “condos” for the clash between death and real estate.

Call it ‘peace,’ but it’s a leash—same cage, brand-new slaves.

• Meaning: “Peace” as rebranded control—ceasefire without freedom. “Brand-new slaves” = economic/political captivity under a new label.
• Subtext: Peace-as-marketing; a leash masquerading as relief.
• Delivery: Break after “peace” for a hard drop on “leash.”

Article forty-nine—write that law across the page,

• Meaning: Cites Article 49 of the Fourth Geneva Convention (ban on forcible transfer of civilians).
• Function: Grounds the song in international law; not just emotion, but statute.
• Delivery: Enunciate “forty-nine” like a case number.

Starvation as a weapon, now they rebrand it ‘aid.’

• Meaning: Aid routes used as coercion: restricted access, militarized distribution, PR spin calling it “humanitarian.”
• Image: Food deliveries under gun-sights; “aid” as a choke point.
• Delivery: Sarcastic air quotes on “aid.”

Great Trust? No trust. Slide deck full of lies.

• Meaning: Dismantles the “GREAT Trust” proposal—slick investor deck dressed up as salvation.
• Device: Call-and-response reversal (“X? No X.”) that the crowd can join.
• Delivery: Staccato. Leave space after “No trust.”

AI dreams, dead kids—glossed over in the skies.

• Meaning: Fantasy promo (AI renderings, drone shots) hovering above real civilian deaths.
• Contrast: Aerial spectacle vs. ground truth.
• Delivery: Drop the voice on “dead kids” to cut the music-video glamour.

You can’t ‘relocate’ a people with a check and guns outside—

• Meaning: “Voluntary relocation” is not voluntary under siege, hunger, or threat; money stipends don’t make it free choice.
• Legal echo: Consent under duress is void.
• Delivery: Snarl “check” and “guns” as the counterfeit and the compulsion.

We don’t move, we don’t bow—we testify.

• Meaning: Refusal and witness. “Testify” = moral record, courtroom vibe, and church cadence.
• Function: Turns the hook into a vow.
• Delivery: Stack harmonies on “testify” like a choir.

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VERSE 1

They got a plan with a timer and an ultimatum, — Meaning: Deadline diplomacy—accept fast or else. Pressure cooker, not negotiation.

‘Sign here in seven days or face annihilation.’ — Meaning: Exposes the coercive subtext; the “offer” is backed by threat. Tone: Dark satire—reading fine print out loud.

Board of Peace with no Gazan representation— — Meaning: Foreign-chaired “governance” with Palestinians excluded. Peace about them, without them.

That ain’t mediation, that’s occupation’s automation. — Meaning: Process that mechanically reproduces domination—bureaucracy doing the occupier’s work. Wordplay: “Automation” suggests machine-like inevitability.

GHF checkpoints—bullets whistlin’ by the breadline, — Meaning: Gaza Humanitarian Foundation–style distribution points under fire. “Breadline” = survival basics under threat.

NGOs screaming ‘not relief,’ but you left us on the redline. — Meaning: Major aid orgs denouncing the model; “redline” = moral boundary crossed & emergency zone. Double: evokes maps and no-go corridors.

Consultants at the table with a spreadsheet and a headline, — Meaning: Suits reduce catastrophe to KPIs and PR; data dashboards over human lives.

Turn blockade into revenue, then bill it as a lifeline. — Meaning: Profit and prestige extracted from controlling aid flows; the blockade becomes a business model.

They pitch a ‘Riviera,’ sell a beach out the back door, — Meaning: Side-deal redevelopment while the public script says “peace.”

Photoshopping paradise while bodies wash ashore. — Meaning: PR renderings vs. the sea returning the dead. Knife twist: The sea refuses the rebrand.

If you can’t feed the hungry, what you buildin’ towers for? — Meaning: Priorities—basic needs before vanity projects.

Ceasefire without justice just rehearses more war. — Meaning: A pause that preserves structures of harm guarantees relapse. Thesis: Peace needs rights, not just quiet.

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PRE-HOOK (half-time chant)

• Not a peace plan—management plan. — Meaning: Containment with a new logo.
• Not a safe hand—same hand, new brand. — Meaning: Actors didn’t change; only the marketing.
• Not a lifeline—ledger line scam. — Meaning: Budgets over bodies. Poetics: “Lifeline/ledger line” slant rhyme.
• We see the numbers. We know the plan. — Meaning: Receipts called out; community not fooled.

HOOK (repeats)

Note: Repetition hard-codes the indictment as a chant to memorize.

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VERSE 2

They want a tech zone, tax-free special enclave, — Meaning: SEZ logic: carve-outs for investors, not residents.

Innovation districts where the trauma’s un-saved. — Meaning: Futurist campuses ignoring healing.

Artificial islands like a moon-shaped parade— — Meaning: Vanity mega-projects skewered.

Mega-projects for the press while the shelters go un-paved. — Meaning: Media bait over basics.

Two suits from Blair’s shop ‘early stage’ on the deck, — Meaning: Proximate tie—“early stage” as tell.

Then deny, then revise—spin cycle, deflect. — Meaning: Denial → partial admit → reposition.

We still remember Iraq, every doctored intel check— — Meaning: Pattern, not one-off.

A million marched in London; you marched us to a wreck. — Meaning: Opposition ignored; catastrophe followed.

This is not development, it’s demographic drift, — Meaning: Population engineering in “development” clothing.

Turn displacement into stipends, call it ‘voluntary lift.’ — Meaning: Cash to leave under coercion.

But consent under a rifle? That’s a counterfeit gift. — Meaning: Consent void under threat.

You can’t launder ethnic cleansing through a philanthropic grift. — Meaning: Charity branding can’t cleanse the crime.

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BRIDGE (call & response)

• Call: “Who wrote the terms?” | Crowd: “Not us!”
• Call: “Who owns the land?” | Crowd: “Not ‘Trusts!’”
• Call: “What’s a ‘ceasefire’ with a muzzle on our voice?” | Crowd: “No choice. No choice.”
• Call: “What’s a future on a spreadsheet soaked in blood?” | Crowd: “No flood. No flood.”
• Call: “What does justice spell in letters, say it loud!” | Crowd: “End siege. End shroud.”

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VERSE 3 (double-time)

Signatures on white paper, inked in blackout nights, — deals signed in secrecy.

Clause one: disarm the starved—clause two: privatized lights. — disarmament demands + privatized utilities.

Clause three: foreign chair—clause four: staged rights. — external chair; theatrical rights.

Clause five: ‘relocate’ lines hiding forced flights. — legalese masking expulsion.

We read the small print, every footnote screams, — the harm is in the fine print.

‘Keep the crossings throttled, funnel aid through schemes.’ — borders throttled; politicized aid.

Under UN sun, they built a shadow regime, — parallel systems under a veneer.

While a million empty plates make a prophet of a meme. — hunger makes truth unavoidable.

Trump’s AI fantasy—beach clubs, drones, chrome, — cartoonish high-gloss vision.

Blair’s Rolodex diplomacy—glass phones, tone-deaf tone. — elite phone politics.

If peace is just a gated lease with equity unknown, — temporary rental; equity hidden.

Then say it with your chest: you never planned to give a home. — call the bluff.

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BREAKDOWN (“Receipts”, spoken)

• Starvation = war crime.
• Blockades that stop food and fuel? War crime.
• Forced transfer dressed up as ‘voluntary’? Illegal.
• “Early-stage involvement” in a plan to pay half a million to leave?
• We see you. Names, dates, documents.
• You sell a skyline, we count the graves.

HOOK (bigger)

Note: Stacked vocals & octave doubles turn the thesis into an anthem; each repeat deepens the indictment.

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OUTRO (spoken + children’s chorus)

• Ceasefire that breathes.
• Aid that flows.
• Homes rebuilt before ribbon-cut shows.
• Vote that counts.
• Borders that open.
• Until then—your peace plan’s broken.

New Track: “You Pay Tax Dollars to Starve Children”

The Core Truth

In America, every paycheck, every purchase, every tax dollar is entangled in a machine that weaponizes scarcity. Whether you’re Republican, Democrat, independent, apolitical, rich, poor, religious, or not — you’re paying into a system that starves children in Gaza and starves children at home.

Gaza

• Tax Dollars as Weapons: U.S. military aid and arms sales go directly into blockades, bombs, and siege tactics. Starvation is wielded as leverage, dressed up as “policy” or “security.”
• Aid as Control: Even when food or medicine is sent, it’s filtered through conditions — a hand that gives and strangles at the same time.
• Your Money: When you file taxes, a portion of that goes to missiles, surveillance drones, and the very logistics that keep Gaza under siege.

America at Home

• Inflation & Wages: While corporations post record profits, workers’ wages stay stagnant. The “invisible tax” of inflation eats your pay.
• Food Programs Cut: SNAP, school lunches, and WIC are cut back, leaving children hungry — even though America produces surplus food.
• Healthcare Costs: Rising Medicare premiums, deductibles, and drug prices strip families of resources. Sick children go untreated, malnourished, or buried under debt.
• Tariffs & Taxes: Everyday people pay higher costs on basics while billionaires use loopholes to avoid contributing.
• Military-Industrial Drain: Trillions poured into endless wars could fund schools, meals, and clinics — but instead, they fatten defense contractors.

The Connection

• Gaza & America Mirror Each Other: The same system that starves Gaza through siege starves American families by design — austerity at home, militarism abroad.
• Everyone Pays: It doesn’t matter what you believe politically or spiritually. If you live and work here, your labor and your taxes fund bombs before bread, profit before children.

The Conclusion

Starving Gaza is starving America’s children. The system doesn’t care about borders; it only cares about power and profit. Until it’s changed, every citizen is forced to pay the bill in blood, hunger, and lost futures.

TL;DR

🎤 New Track Drop
“You Pay Tax Dollars to Starve Children”

💥 Core Truth:
Every paycheck, every purchase, every tax dollar — locked into a machine of scarcity. No matter who you are in America, your money fuels bombs abroad and hunger at home.

🌍 Gaza:
Tax dollars fund siege & missiles. Aid arrives as a weapon — filtered, conditional, choking life.

🇺🇸 America:
Wages flat, food programs cut, healthcare bleeding families dry. Inflation eats pay while billionaires dodge taxes.

🔗 The Connection:
The same system that starves Gaza starves our kids here — austerity at home, militarism abroad.

⚠️ The Conclusion:
Borders don’t matter to the machine. Profit before children. Bombs before bread.
Starving Gaza = starving America’s future.

🎶 Out now — this track is protest in rhythm.

Verse 1

You pay tax dollars to starve children,
Breadline bombs, rationed milk, walls they’re sealed in.
Freedom stamped with an eagle, but the talons drip red,
Exporting democracy, importing the dead.

Politicians smile on a Sunday stage,
Hands washed clean while they lock the cage.
CNN scrolls with a sponsored lie,
Meanwhile a mother holds her child and cries.

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Hook

You pay tax dollars to starve children,
Silence dressed up as law-driven.
Say “peace plan,” but the graves keep filling,
This is blood on the hands of the system we live in.

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Verse 2

Article 49, Geneva erased,
Homes bulldozed, whole streets displaced.
They call it “aid,” but it’s crumbs on chains,
Control through hunger, oppression remains.

From Ferguson streets to Gaza’s fire,
The empire’s script never does expire.
Cops with tanks, drones in the sky,
Different borders, same war cry.

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Hook

You pay tax dollars to starve children,
Budget lines for war-driven.
Say “security,” but the truth is chilling,
Empire eats while the young die willing.

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Bridge

Flags wave high while the bombs fall low,
Tax checks cashed where the pipelines flow.
If justice was real, if freedom was true,
Would starving a child be done in your name too?

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Outro (Chant)

You pay tax dollars to starve children!
(Whose side you on? Whose side you on?)
You pay tax dollars to starve children!
(The system profits while the people are gone.)

MIDWAY BLITZ // industrial indictment

[SYSTEM BOOT]

South Shore—pre-dawn.
Five stories of brick.
Rope burns on rooftops.
Black Hawks breathe diesel.
Flashbangs fracture bedrooms.
“Operation Midway Blitz”—the file name in cold type.

Movement I — The Operation, Its Scale, and Targets

Border Patrol, ICE, FBI, ATF—multi-agency stack.
Thirty-seven bodies logged, processed, numbered.
DHS copy: drug distribution, weapons crimes, immigration violators.
Rappels cut the sky into wires; boots harvest drywall from ceilings.
Tactical gear reflects blue sirens on broken picture frames.
A building turns to evidence: fences bent, hinges flowering metal.

Movement II — Witness Voltage

A muzzle becomes a sunrise pressed against a cheek:
“I’ve never had a gun in my face.”
Hallways cough white powder from doors kicked wrong.
Children are lifted, some without clothes, breath smoking in the night.
Zip-ties braid small wrists into one organism of fear.
A laugh splits the scene: “F— them kids,” tossed like a coin.
Neighbors fold themselves behind couches, count flashbangs like heartbeats.
The street eats names and gives back numbers.

Movement III — Names, Ages, Waiting

Rodrick Johnson, sixty-seven, U.S. citizen: dragged, zip-tied, handcuffed,
parked outside for hours like a forfeited appliance.
“Warrant?” “Lawyer?”—answers deferred to the weather.
Four U.S.-citizen children, DHS says, “taken into custody”
until guardians or the state assemble a shape called safety.
Bags upended. Photo albums tipped into footprints.
The apartment keeps the new geometry of intrusion.

Movement IV — Lines Drawn in Law

Fourth Amendment: a key with a measured tooth—warrant, probable cause.
Exigent is a thin, sharp word; someone keeps stretching it.
Due Process: you do not cut parent from child with a bolt cutter of policy.
Equal Protection: skin is not suspicion; papers are not personhood.
Posse Comitatus breathes under the floorboards;
Insurrection Act taps on the pipes—who turns that valve, and when?
Oversight should be a floodlight, not a halo in a press release.

Movement V — Los Angeles Precedent / The Kavanaugh Stop

Home Depot lots. Walmart lots. A net without a border.
Narcco Barranco—thirty years here, three sons Marines—
hammered to asphalt, shoulder unseated, zip-coded to detention.
Van Nuys car wash: Rafi, seventy-nine, citizen—
asks What are you doing?—meets linoleum, cuffs, bruised punctuation.
Brian Gavid—American—phone rifled twenty minutes, Real ID pocketed like a trophy.
Bench trial says, No. Appeals say, Still no.
The high court steps in, 6–3 silence carved into a green light.
A concurrence whispers: if you release the body quickly enough,
race is a rumor you can operationalize.
Critics name it the Kavanaugh Stop—
a doctrine poured into gas tanks, not casebooks.

Movement VI — Deployments Map (Noise Tableau)

Los Angeles: ~4,000 Guard + 700 Marines—crowd control scaffolding “after protests,”
a judge writes Posse Comitatus in red pen across the order—appeal pending.
Washington, D.C.: ~2,000–2,254 Guard; tourist zones policed like museums of fear.
Portland: ~200 Guard proposed to ring ICE in a necklace of camo;
Oregon sues, a judge recuses, the docket breathes.
Memphis: task force swells; Guard teased at “no more than 150 unarmed.”
Chicago: ~100 Guard discussed to “protect ICE,”
while Illinois shapes its lawsuit like a shield.
A pattern prints itself: Democratic mayors under a federal stencil.
The legend in the corner reads: crime crackdown / protect federal sites / support raids.

The cartographer does not draw the families.

Movement VII — Mirror Room: 1934 / 1938 / 2025

July 1934: knives in the night; February 1938: the Wehrmacht rearranged like furniture—
loyalty notarized to a single throat.
Dissent refiled under Treason; anti-fascists relabeled Terror.
Generals taught to point inward.
September 2025: a closed door, a long table, a phrase—“war from within.”
Mission-first loyalty demanded like fingerprints.
Antifa sketched as a unitary hydra—terrorist by declaration,
domestic pluralism melted into a single enemy silhouette.
Propaganda sutures the wound between policy and spectacle.
The floor hums: history is not rhyming; it’s sampling.

Movement VIII — Disputed / Undisclosed / Redacted

Warrants: some? all? none? Exigency: declared? inferred?
Probable cause diffuses like tear gas—seen, not held.
Charge sheets locked in a drawer marked Later.
Children processed, “temporarily.” Adults processed, “administratively.”
The chain of command published as a photograph, not a document.
Oversight promised in the passive voice.

Movement IX — Why This Matters (Signal, Not Echo)

High-profile, high-velocity, high-visibility trauma.
Helicopters set to the key of litigation.
A test case to measure how far a state can lean into a private home.
Precedent desires repetition; repetition becomes policy;
policy becomes the weather you forget to notice.
“Enemy within” turns the mirror into a target;
the target answers by blinking.

Movement X — Outro: Constitution as Percussion

Bill of Rights on sheet metal:
search, seizure—strike
due process—strike
equal protection—strike
parental rights—strike
Posse Comitatus—strike
Insurrection Act—don’t.
Mask + badge + helicopter = theater of consent.
But consent is not silence; consent is a warrant signed in light.
If freedom is anything, it is the right to remain unbroken in your sleep.

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