the rhymes that will follow
are not for a fellow
without wit or charm
at the ready
the diss of the dishes
is no threat, militias
have hunted my hide
for a penny
and i've paid them myself
with exorbitant wealth
to multiply my own advantage
and i sat there in stealth
while the profits profanely
preferred performance over pride
and enormous with lies
the best dressed verse the wise
while the pity for poverty
leaks once a nothing
and the brothers are bruthing
and the brothers are bruthing

so get on to this quick
if you wanna get hit
by a ray of sunlight
by the way, it's only one night

as previously stated and now re-iterated
as is the practice in writing and messaging
injustice abounds, globally, locally, everywherelly
my personal funds have been temporary since last february
a quatercentenary later, we got artificial kings
it's like we got some worship disease
worship disease

a shining light on a dark dark night
illuminating the ills
and shadowing the harms
far off, in the hills, the war spills
but the valley where the light shines is still
until.

war broke out, as we always knew it would
i was looking at a head but i don't know how it stood
i was looking in the eyes
but they blanked it's got no neck
the head it's got no neck
that guy is dead
he's got no neck

i gasped, but assessed the situation
men and women, dressed in black uniforms
with a lime green badge on the arm
they must have thought i was dead
because everyone else was being rounded
up and shot like it was Vietnam
slowly, i stood, and a coffee can fell next to me
a dog started barking,
it knew i was there
for a moment all i could do was stare
but then i got my wits about me
turned around and
got the hell out of there
but then i got my wits about me
got the hell out of there
but then i got my wits about me
turned around and
got the hell out of there

so get on to this quick
if you wanna get hit
by a ray of sunlight
by the way, it's only one night

begin (music. yogic beats)

et al.