Tyranny rages Played out on stages Where wack MC's Bleed the ink from pages Lost souls found only on stoops And crowded fdance clubs funky with ignorance Rubbing elbows with would be pimps and worn out hoes Carrying woes and knock off clothes but no care or concern For the turn as the magician conjures dreams on the Mic Making nightmares become ambitions New positions to explore The floor packed with bad breath and B.O. They see no evil A revolution like bicycle rooms spinning in place Going nowhere Burning time like calories on a treadmill I am swearing at the thought of it A revolt of conformity Resist change while changing they do The track master fails to skip A beat In the streets skip to fail In slow motion Seeking a new story to tell In a hot sixteen No longer able to wake up Before noon on an average day Descendents of royalty Choose the average way Superman reduced to Clark Kent chasing his Lois Lane Revolts of inconsistency We perpetuate violence while seeking peace... A damning testimony indeed.
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