Rap music

….lost in metaphoric literature, that’s the way they get at ya; other rappers will want to spit at ya, the poetry didn’t make sense, but the rhyme was on time, chime in about crime and make the record sales climb. How we go from speaking truth, to lying pass our one good tooth, is there anyone with the scoop, hip hop got duped and sat on a stoop while our pants droop; go bloop and drown while we talk about crowns, pounds and hand me downs, jewels, expensive cars, that get passed around to the next clown, talking bout they down while sporting a fake frown.  We mention mansions and living in the Hamptons, while black and brown faces lose court cases and windup in strange places. It’s no longer our story of glory and it’s a bunch of conservatives on the jury. Outside forces changed its direction, and its complexion, they pushing for a cowboy hat wearing Texan, so they can start flexing, leave the whole world vexing. The revolution will not be text’n, we’ll be Tyrannosaurus rex’n, making the system undress and, losing fools; now that’s a blessing. Too many metaphors caused us to lose focus and we went for the hocus pocus and no one noticed, ask Joseph, write that in cursive, it’s explosive.