Bull-Jive

Bull-jive in the hood is where stories intertwine, Where truth and fables dance, reality does resign, A complex web of loaded words, the web of deceit, Where facts, fantasies, and twisted rhythms meet. Bull-jive’s an art of spin, the craft of what’s untrue, Cool cats bust sham grooves, with masterful review, With a mouth that’s slick, and sugary words so keen, Brothas so full of bull-jive, and mesmerizing dreams. Sistas, beware the call, of bull-jive’s sweet embrace, For the truth will come out, in time and in its place, In the darkness of deceit, the light is always sincere, Bull-jive shines briefly, but the truth will persevere. In this world of bull-jive, let wisdom be your guide, With an eye for honest men, and falsehood set aside, For in the end, what is genuine, real, tried, and true, Will outlive the bull-jive, and reveal the man for you.