A Rap

I look to rappers to inspire me, when I zone out and listen I become care free.

My mind opens up to the lyrical genie, and I let him in to understand the theory

behind the lines they spread, like butter on bread,

I need this nourishment that goes to my head.

If I didn't I think I'd go mad, so thank god Joey Bad made these tracks I can vibe to,

unwind to, go blind and mindless to, get off my head to, move into bed to.

Dreaming I was one of those guys who didn't tell lies, and wrote down the truth no matter how fly,

I thought I was, it don't matter because, however hard I try I won't get there,

aiming for the sky like it's a big piece of chicken pie.

What are these bars, do they even rhyme? I think so, I think they chime with what I'm thinking,

keeping hip-hiop in mind, I'm winsing,

trying to hold my lungs for that extra buzz I get from the inhaling of bongs,

not the smoke from bombs dropped on countless countries,

for no real reason but to help the PM count the money.

He wont share with us, the public, the people, the ones holding his fucked party up.

For a party, it's the most depressing thing I've ever seen,

bunch of ignorant cunts leading slaves to war, for oil,

no mercy given to people, families, children.

What is this system we live in, blind to real world problems.

The planet needs help, but I don't think we'll find what we need in time,

before the self-destruction of this small rock we reside on,

the clocks on and it's a ticking time bomb.