Headphones Throw
Throw your headphones, turn up the tunes,
Each time you pick the mic you have a choice.
Spit side tracks about gleaming rolls Royce,
or educate the fool to not buy that ice.
That's right I'm begging you change culture,
why you? you the top the 4040 club soldier.
This ain't about details but poverty seashells, pick one hear the
story it'll get crying more than Tuesday morrie, so Sunday fun day we
drink and pray, ignoring jesus words drive off in a Hyundai , I hear
it now, calls of slander, socialist, communist, but I won't pander,
because I am a humanist, a futurist our species cannot meander,
In the desert of lost hopes, mana from heaven no popes, can save us,
no words from god, human stripes stripped from my bod, jump now for
when we die we are only worm sod.