you just wait, you're time will come

Look at all this rant business
Bullshit semantic antics
Empowered assholes
Makin revolutions
Physicists for the fusion
Of evils evolution
And conflicts with romantics
The world stage putting
Destitution into the constitution
With all their solutions
That really just makin pollution
These ppl are the reason
For the weedin of eden
Wen they shud be readin
And learning how to be leadin
They sit around procrastinatin beatin
The bush, meetin together for attention-pleadin
And leave us witha hollow culture
A good society’s corpse
Left for the vultures
Always wishing for a change so magnanimous
And so melodious but reality’s ominous
To have change ya need sense
But the truth aint odious
And unfortunately fistfully
Today is how ppl make history
And I know modernity
Has its pros and cons
But theres certainly
Gotta be something wrong
in a world where getting off
is the same as being turned on
some’ll knock you down then help u up
curse ur life and later ask wussup
jus know all of their tales are tall
assure u then fuck u up
confuse u cause they wanna see u fall
these niggas don’t like my mode
of the prosecutor rhapsode
they scorn at the satire
of the words I reel which are owed
cant take the fire from my lyre
while theyre getting drunk
getting higher I wont retire,
cause im mad that justice is
between the seller and the buyer
and where they hack and they cleave
ill gather the pieces and reweave
and add in for future a say of sooth:
easy does it or was it because
the heavenly fuzz
will come in and kill your buzz
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
all your spinning machines
will end in rust, mah cous.
u have summer of ease
feelin the breeze catchin z’z
singin leisurely
like cicadas in the trees
but soonll shed your golden shell
of your dreams
and wake up in autumn hell
at seventeen.
all the politic posers
all them provoke the writer and the fighter
while they rest in their beds
their end comes closer
thinking theyre number 1 the best
so you think your blest
both the pen and the sword
will banish the abhorred
and you can’t survive the test
in the end you’re a crownless the lord
sittin a mountain of fool’s gold
stripped of your illusion
when your tricks became too old