All the World's Ills

All the World’s Ills Naysayer’s said that Hip Hop is dead When real music is no longer relevant Common’s girl used to be pure But we whored the celibate Wrapped her in material elegance and every since My valleys peaked from steep falls Leaped frog from think tanks of deep thoughts Into pitfalls of aristocratic wrongs to camouflage our flaws We mistake balls for courage and pussy for value Rebel without a cause and hide pain in volume Spectators as the bayous flood The mess they made can’t easily be vacuumed All of our dirt weighs the same but, only in vacuums Perfumes only hide the stench of lies Ties bind lines of crime and survival We should be walking in the footsteps of Christ Not American Idols Idle thoughts I had Pissed at my dad For not getting help for the crack that broke my home Product of environment So when lost in Rome? Black entertainment sold its own videoed soul Allowing Viacom into the sheep’s home This is what the pacifists condoned So we sharecrop our minds Vexed at intellect As a tenth of the talented crop burdens its debt For diamonds we jag our jewels to find Aids from sex Subliminal masturbation the conscious lies erect Hell of a wet dream Reality neglect Music replays scenes Monkeys to entertain record execs I need a piece of that pie master please cut the check So I can buy my chain Admire this golden noose around my neck Why you think we rock ropes Call each other niggas and our black women hoes All while the choir sings the same ole Negro spirituals So pitiful withering rose Folding from the cold looking for hope For the bared load So she shoots dope to cope being alone As a rose grown in stone Provoked by all the world’s ills The road kills The sheep become road kill Cowards lose will To steer the wheel To be individuals Hypocrites pool pitting So the reluctant wolf fears the spiritual Are we all God’s creatures? Hollywood niggas ashamed of themselves and distort features Made in the Lord’s image so do you hate God? Buy clothes to hide those scars Built that roof to hide those stars Food or liquor To the wino the choice is hard to disregard Rather starve than part with his chemical mirage. Our days ain’t sunny. No amount of money can take sense from me. We piss out gluttony amongst the poor and hungry. That’s American! Manifestations of destined dominance Why in school systems their history is dominant? Rap pushes propaganda Big brother pushed to prominence. They call it pop culture. Hip Hop died Devoured by the same vulture. I thought it was obvious All the world’s ills Observed while sitting on 24 inch wheels Like that.