A Drummer's Cadence

I rhyme in my sleep I breathe to a beat My thoughts are deep My talk is sweet My words…never cheap Flip a quarter for me Renew world order for me Decrease the borders for me Increase Fema orders for me Release Jena brothers for me What you pollute we breathe With his abuse troops bleed What you misuse they need What we salute children see What we produce creates greed Create a new cadence for me