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Ode to two poets and the poetry soup prophets hip hop remix

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Ode to two poets and the poetry soup prophets hip hop remix

Yo I know 2 poets, one young and one old,
Bold, and bright, bodacious,
But still gracious, perspicacious, never racist,
Moving to the beat of two generations,
Elations, facing nations, speaking truth to power,
This is their hour, 
Yo, I know 2 poets, one young and one old,
Farah and Gary Jones, like Ezekiel speaking life to bones,
He makes it real, with zeal, and shields of toughness,
Like the heroes of old, he was a cop, protectin’ the innocent,
Like Clark Kent, they got two sides, one quiet, and one out tha box,
Knocking your sox off, with on time rhymes, and affirmation,
Now check this out, Farah’s like Mozart, makin’ art like a prodigy,
Helpin’ us to see, the magnificent, miraculous,
To make folks see consciousness, of a world where men love with abandon,
I am a fan of them, but yo, I ain’t done yet,
They part of this whole cipher,
Like the pide piper, we rip it nice and smooth style,
Ooh lala A wewe,
We got barak obama’s, in hidin’, fightin’ for a new tomorrow,
Some got sorrow but still shine with rhymes of hope transcendent,
Like Elijah and the prophets, we break optics, with our brightness,
Tightness, lightness of being,
Seeing sounds of bustin’ breakdowns into astoundin’, lightnin’,
Citing, Charles and Baldwin, If you saw them,
You know these black jedi,
White, red eye’s leadin’ to new ages,
Brown sages, yellow suns of revolution,
With poet solutions, Like my girl sue, sowing seeds eternal,
Infernal darkness, you betta watch out,
Cause the soup’s here,
Destroying fear, and like the book of acts,
Creatin’ koinania, or maybe just community,
No fee, no charge, just bards,
Of me, growin’ into destiny,
And my sista’s and brotha’s of the soup,
Legends of the fall,
I sweat em all,
And in the end, just know that we ain’t stoppin’
Till the world’s a symphony,
Soon all heads will see,
There’s more!
Peace Out!

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