From the Belly

There is nothing to do So I'll just hang out with you And show my name brand stamped On my self esteem, that exchanged For the brand of iron that cramped My scrotum and set us deranged Ever since. I am a hip-hop disarray Looking through my shades at the girl I love but cannot marry. She's produce on display And one woman's man, for a one's man girl. Some say it is in our genes, but I Look and see only history nailed And twitiching against the sky. All our movements left us in this failed System of failures chanting hip-hop As if it was Bob Marley's redemption. I want to let the cup drop, But not to let them know its empty. Emotions Does not matter here, only bread In the belly of the beast We celebrate peace when we bury our dead. But imprisoned so long it's hard to accept release