Message Move Da Crowd
See da culled herd
moving da wrong way
Headed for da slaughter,
but dey don’t know it
Cash cow bells ringing distracts ‘em,
coin cud lapping
from da wishing well
keeps dem pigeons perched on a limb
Da broken vow one
Me guess financial fall gon kill a few,
and da ‘fraid patriotic lines
transmission gon ‘lectrocute some too
Dat’s what war party calls tend ta do
Shepherds with guns
leading da cattle on a violent graze
A pain corkscrew cap squeeze
on the lurid turn of a tweet phrase,
got ‘em body bag
mooing drunkenly at da end of daze
Causing a stampede fo’ sho’ ...
killed by the rule flow of da boo mob
Panic pestilence death of staggering numbers
when dey wrong way move da crowd
Someone gotta par’chute da message in,
boot kicking the lies ... spitting
bullet truth Rakim and Eric B proud
Someone gotta spill da ink bleed loud,
change da fatal direction of da crowd
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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