Rappahaladran

[Rave]

I've heard it said that "spitting's dope"
and rocking rhymes could float the boat
of a billion paupers
taking notes

But maybe you
don't watch the news
your words became
a poison noose
wrapped tight about our brothers throat

And goats for scape-ing
graze crops of hate
and don't deter 
the fires that wait
and burn within the truly evil

The hoodoo
voodoo
the who knew 
you knew
and I know you did
but didn't mean it
that doesn't make a rhyme a peanut

And nuts insane can cut the planes
of all dimensions
crashed intentions
so I find the time to speak these lessons

To turn the tide
before the ride you're sporting
chromed out, dies
and rolls to a stop
without transporting you beyond your penchant
for truth aborting
sold out lies

Bewildered now
you pull up
at the gates of "what the fuck"
and realize
a spot too late
you were driving down a one way street
in your own neighborhood
and pissing in the midnight black
Beamer's gas tank
while trying to light
that fuel ablaze
by rubbing two sticks together
green ones
still wet from your spitting out all that dope shit