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Here is a song/poem inspired by the greatest rapper of all time, Guru.
We Got Sick Ones by Hank Biro & Kai Biro
We got sick cops, sick kids, they're power tipping. They're down for killing you when you be tripping.
Homicidal politicians they got schemes, they're murderous. This is a rehearsal, or is it a recital. These times it seems they want to burgle us.
It feels like their team is the biggest and the littlest. I think they're satanists; they want to see us dead. It's messing with my zen. Is it any surprise I want the same, except they're them, the dead ones, they deserve holes, then all's well. Perhaps we need to see the world from a new perspective, from the ones who still have souls. What's the problem? With spreading a loving attitude? The evil still controls the populations by the multitudes.
We got sick cops, sick kids, they're power tripping. They're down for killing you when you be tripping.
Sick politicians they got schemes, they're murderous. These times it seems all they want to do is burgle us.
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Hank
Posted: October 23rd, 2020, 12:47pm
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Finally added to this! Here's the 2nd draft:
WE GOT SICK
We’ve been brainwashed Bribed to abide The worst of the worst have us petrified Zombified Third-eye calcified Time for us to transcribe Describe Read, watch, form opinions Inform Follow your intuition
It feels like their team is the biggest and the littlest I think they're satanists They want to see us dead It's messing with my zen Do I want the same for them? From where does anger stem? Remind myself, don’t fall victim Don’t be baited, sedated by hate It’s time we exonerate Replace the irate After this, all’s well Hearts swell Life's not a rehearsal It’s a recital We need to see the world From a new perspective What's the problem With spreading a loving attitude? Evil still controls Populations by the multitudes
We got sick cops, sick kids, they're power tipping They're down for killing you when you be tripping
Sick politicians they got schemes, they're murderous It seems all they want to do is burgle us
No one cries, it’s a crisis Be through with stasis Ignorance is different from bliss Knowledge leads to oasis Complicate this, you'll be missed The opposite of what a maze is Our accomplishments will amaze us This is not a jest They don’t want us at our best Where we’re meant to be Who made them the referee? It's a tragedy Want a life of luxury? Get a new fantasy It's hard being wealthy Even necessities require fees Money turns us into fiends The rich belittle So many do so little We have the nerve to call this normal
Debate this, you lose Have a good snooze Despite your slumber You still remember Impossible to forget Your old life you regret On a quest To free the rest
We got sick so-called grown ups, they're power sipping They're down for killing you when you be slipping
Twisted politicians they got teams, swarms of oppression They want an infinite depression, regulated forms of expression