White Rabbit Ride

Mystified by a glorified phenomenon

Called Time; rolling on and on

A crime for the greater good

Means justifying what's happening in the hood

Gang violence is just criminalized political control

No matter where you are when you take a stroll

Looking over your shoulder takes a toll

While time rolls on the tracks of creation through the tunnel of destiny 

I reach for the controls of the greenbacks that give elation through my remedy

Slap down a disc, and crank up the speakers

Middles up from my fists, aimed at the bleachers

You can watch and applaud at my everyday antics

Laugh and cry at my everyday habits

See who cares enough to chase this white rabbit