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Hank
Posted: January 8th, 2019, 12:09pm Report to Moderator
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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 Report to Moderator
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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

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