Tim and Wyclef

Yo poets, preachers, and prophets, Here this game, cause there are two prophets, That inspire me, to keep raging against machines of injustice, One white, one black, one academic, the other spits music, Two preachers, two prophets of corporate imagination, Wyclef Jean, takin’ grunge gurus, hindu songbirds, Christian taggas, and muslim daggas, Ragin’ war on hatred, one world, one groove, soothin’ with psalms, I mean balms of righteous guidance, And then there’s timothy, like biblical prophecy, he’s a young monster of academic precision, And on the side, he writes rhymes in secret, And though kind of agnostic, he walks with God, cause he trusts the universe, To help him write poems and papers, But yo, suffering found him, in the boat, he hit the storm, Dark forms of stress, they came to test him, But he never lost faith, like job, he drove to daydreams of new beginnings, Cause yo, tenure don’t define us, and neither does ASQ, We few, who see more, can take business to new levels, Through honest inquiry, regarding questions of justice, yo hear me bust this, He is unstoppable, and if he simply holds on, Like Wyclef Jean and the fugees, like Carnival Volume II, He’ll create a symphony, that defines a hold new way of seeing, Yo I’m seathing, believin’ in his power, This young timothy, let no one despise his youth, He spits truth, And soon, he’ll hit breakthrough, Publishin’ books, papers, and straight new frameworks, He’ll show us how the game works, Cause though perhaps agnostic, my God is with him, like Yoda and skywalker, He’s gonna convert vada, through the wisdom of the Savior, Yo avatars, coming up and going down, I’m glad I found a scholar, Who’s got the groove, to loose his mind to find God’s rhythmic answers, To cancers of the soul and body too, Yo hold on, cause two poets, one black, one white, About to take flight, and that’s real!