019 Buddha Z Explains: Poem “That’s How I’m Peein’” and “Homeless Asylum Band” — MusicVideo: POEM: “Assassination of a Tyrant”

Hey! Jumping along, pushing myself forward.

All right, we'll be saluting. Hello there, Budazee here. Here I come,

fate didn't move in for the background. I'm trying to scoot in my chair, it's not

cooperating. How close do I get in here? Well, okay, this is probably close enough.

Anyway, from here, I lower my hand in honor of Bodidharma. And there we go. Hey, I'm

in. I'm here. This is Budazee. Well, I am Budazee, but Budazee today. So

the author of this book, The Four Noble Truths of Buddhism, explained by me,

Budazee. So here we go. This is book number one of eight. All right. Let's see what we

got here. That's how I'm peeing. Is that the only one? Nope, it looks like we're

gonna get two. You get that homeless asylum band it looks like today. Yeah, we're

gonna get two pumps today. Here we go. Let's get work in here. All right, this is a

short one, a one-pager. That's how I'm peeing. I'm gonna read the note down here at

the bottom. Well, actually under the title, it says, written after hearing about a furry

in quotation marks furry people, people who identify with animals, a furry employee requiring

a cat box. By the way, I think it was all BS. The Republicans just made that up. That's

like that, that, what do they call that, that person on food stamps who's got like 10,

he's buying them for 10 kids or so. I know they've got all these, the Republicans use

these role models that are made up. These people that don't exist. Anyway, but I had

the RDC Richard Del Conor byline for my photography, rock photography by the coyote in the 1980s.

I call my photography rock photography because I kind of specialized in rock and roll photography.

I didn't want to do tabletop fashion or anything like that. I just wanted to do concerts and

be a rock star, you know, so I never really didn't want it. I wasn't looking at it as

really a career movie. It's more like a hobby, a professional hobby. I enjoyed, I still

enjoy photography. Okay, so here we go. I guess I'm a professional, though, because I'm

actually a director of photography and I'm doing camera work and movie work. But, you

know, basically, I just, well, that's what I'm saying. I do it personally. You don't

have to pay me money or make it a job. I'll do it anyway. Okay, where are we? Okay,

that's how I'm being. All there was a note at the bottom. Note, when I read this poem,

it had various libraries and bookstores. I always had to emphasize I was kidding because

the seniors would gasp and give me horrified looks as they imagined me squatting on their

lawn at their front yards. I said books stores. I think I've got the typo. Yeah, he even

says that here. It's usually just bookstores, right? Maybe one word. Well, my change

yet right now. I'm looking at one of my masters here. I have to make a master for each format

because their different sizes, the ebook and the hardcover is slightly different sized

in the paperback and the paperback, of course, might be a six by nine, but then I like doing

the PDFs and eight and a half mile 11. So those are big. So they're all, so I have to make

one master and get the book basically kind of rough draft. And then I make five copies

of it. And then I got to take one of those and get it done. And then I got to try to match

the other ones to it. So it's a lot. If I just had to write the book, that'd be great and

let us, somebody else separate all the formats and translate it into all the other formats.

But one man operation here, remember, I'm the editor and the publisher. Okay. That's how

I'm peeing. Well, let's see what that looks like to these seniors. I want respect. I have

my book up here like this. Okay. I should have to. That's it. Okay. Here we go. I want respect.

I deserve to be me. And yes, I have my own unique PC identity. You know what I'm thinking

is I could probably gain some or lose some headroom. I know where I live podcast. I'm moving

the camera. It's supposed to be fixed without loosening up everything here. So I don't break

something. All right. All right. Gaffing by force. I don't think I brought it down now.

I said bring it down a little. Well, I actually said it. So when I came in close like this,

it wasn't going to chop off my head. So I think maybe that was a devastating compromise. I gave

us a little less headroom and a little more on my body. So I can put this here. And I won't

have to look at my heads coming out of the book. Maybe here we go. All right. It's not identity

politics. For decades, I was a dog. My name was regularly published as the coyote long before

they invented the blog. People seemed to easily agree that I should be called coyote. So now I

can do it legally. Lift my leg and pee on a tree. And if you see me on your lawn, don't worry.

I'm civilized and clean. I'll bag my own litter and then be gone. I'm so happy now that we're

all agreeing that my identity is a dog. And that's how I'm peeing. Then the last line says,

I'm only kidding. All right. I think we had two poems today, didn't we? Okay. Home was this

island bad. Oh, I warned you about this one. These are... I want to see if I give them away.

No, I don't think I... Oh, yes, I did. I put the name of the band in the song. Okay, this is some sort

of a music band. I went online and checked them out. And I think it maybe even worse than I thought.

But I don't want to give myself any legal problems. So here we go. Home was a silent band.

And a little explanation under the title that says, ugly heroes of yesterday who led their fans

astray. Oh, that like damn other fans know who I am. So they'll probably never read this

poem or see this podcast. Anyway, here we go. I grabbed an LA weekly. What an upsetting cover story.

I was attracted by the title party time. Then I saw that the cover faces were dumb and gory,

apparent masters of lives in crime. This whatever band of ugly thugs all slightly bearded with

graying mugs, looking like punks with jack your car, they probably have at least one street battle

scar. They've been around almost 30 years. They're still imitating other intimidators.

Oh, that's right. They're still imitating other intimidators, embodying their ghetto fears.

The headline reassures my disgusted brain. Cypress Hill have grown up, but they're still insane.

I'm guessing there are fearful Americans who identify their fears with them. I hope Cypress Hill

sell enough records to stay out of the homeless asylum. So I wished them well at the end of the

year. Even if they are kind of disgusting. So anyway, there you go. Cypress Hill give me a call.

I don't know what I would say. I read the article I saw them and then I looked them up online

and saw some of their videos and stuff. There's just some people I cannot relate to. I mean, maybe

I like cars. They're like low riders. So I know that I can always find something in common to

talk to people about, but I think I've spent too much of my time talking to people that were

wasting my time. All right. So I have not wasted your time, I hope. I hold it. Do I have another

poem to read you? No, that was it. That was it. Yeah, that's it. Okay. Lockdown world's coming next.

All right, let me let me let me go. Good. I have escaping. All right. Budazzi has explained.

That street gang musicians look even uglier as a age. Is that what I explained? All right.

Budazzi. Well, I'm just telling the truth. You know, a flower looks a certain way and I say,

oh, look at that flower. It looks like this. You can't get mad at me because the flower looked

a certain way or did a certain thing assassination of a tyrant by Richard Delcane assassination

of a tyrant. The police have got you in their grip with eyes upon you, hoping you'll trip

not to fall in need. They want you to lose and concede. Legal pressures will undo you and

remove your treasures. All those things you did for your fellow countrymen now cannot be hid.

Soon you'll be a felon. The tyrant will ride will use his forces to ensnare in prison and

disgrace you. Your friends seek similar courses to save their lives and avoid going through the

same judicial destruction, which was your own proud construction. Your friends and allies buzz

noisily on Capitol Hill. There's no escape unless he dies in self-defense. You must kill.

Your family will suffer your future undone. Surviving this won't make you tougher.

When you've been banished in your enemy one, the tyrant wants for the land what the government

cannot pay. The villagers don't understand that what looks good is going the wrong way.

The promises that the tyrant makes are disrupting the government's designs and means.

The tyrants make promises but too much it takes without profiting the industrial or war machines.

So criminals see the law is bad. It was better before the corruption we had.

That oiled the gears and prevented fears because big businesses are big dad.

But the tyrant is too short-sighted to see the strings that pull the world.

False promises to the poor just gets them excited like a war with flags unfurled.

This tyrant is out of hand. The FBI has played its cards to apply.

The substitute is second in command. He says 25% chance he will die.

Now the CIA sends GW Bush to Dallas. The tyrant won't will be there tomorrow.

Where George Bush spends that assassination day he won't tell us as the mafia's guns they borrow.

And all the others of the clandestine USA take positions on the grassy knoll by the street.

The government's police load rifles in the window on the way where the tyrant's enemies have

chose to compete. Who does the government compete with? The FBI helps the CIA.

The NSA and police force they pay are the true government that keeps communism away.

The American government is the finest of all with the best conspirators to spoil.

Any leaks of what's government confidential with fingerprints dirty with crude oil.

America rises up. America wins again. We overthrew the British. Now killed this Catholic sin.

Don't forget his brother and other tyranny of words. He must also be assassinated by the eagle.

Killing evil birds. So now America is free to be a secret society oligarchy where the citizens

don't know who's in control. The common man forgets eventually and believes what Fox News told.

Until it doesn't matter, people just want money and food.

Without caring or knowing to what extent they are responsible for the assassination of a tyrant.