formerly Bronx Grit Chamber
Cultural Studies
Pacing through the snow, with a mind so sharp and quick Gazing at the world with a neo-Marxist critique People rushing by, with their consumerist desires But I see through the veil, and the power of the ruling classes
Walking in a winter wonderland A world of ideology and power I'm searching for the truth, in every cultural form With my neo-Marxist lens, I'll never be alone
In the winter breeze, I hear the sound of struggle The oppressed rising up, and the oppressors trembling I see the cracks in the system, and the potential for change With my neo-Marxist theory, I'll never be deranged
Walking in a winter wonderland A world of ideology and power I'm searching for the truth, in every cultural form With my neo-Marxist lens, I'll never be alone