Renegades Foreva

Renegades Foreva! Renegade teenage rage babes thinkin’ they all grown, all knowin’ when they seedlin’s barely sown bleedin’ teenage angst with teenage crankst always rhymin’ and mis-timin’ some poetry-crimin’ mis-mashin', diss-bashin' word-clashin' song heard on some half-sappy, sex-happy, yap-rap, smack-attack vid made by some brotha who’s just anotha angry angst-ridden wannabe gangsta kid With a street beat they be hummin’ or singin’ along repeatin’ the deceit not knowin’ curse verses are just plain wrong and mostly maligin’ while grownups in earshot takin’ all them swearshots wishin’ them words had sweeter rhymin’ or that kids be more discreet would take their claptrap, no-class, crass-crack lyrics and just tweet ‘em or mime ‘em But if ‘dults could go back, meet themselves when they was punk teens fittin’ into pre-shrunk his or her hunk jeans listenin’, partyin’ to poppin’ rockin’ unusual musical junk boy band scenes and lettin’ out star-struck super-charged groanal hormonal no-one-could-understand gland screams then they’d be amused ya know, might change their views ya know cause remind ‘em not so pristine when child and ‘dult they was in-between Kids always lookin’ to find who they are and who they be imprisoned involuntarily in their youthful penitentiary no matter what century they be from you see So if thinkin’ rap sucks cause it’s just no-class hurls and low-class slurs then fire-up that flux capacitor of yours, head back to yo’ past and meet yo’ younger him or hers see your own rebelling mis-teen-stakes then rapping notions you might reshape or rapping judgments remake or least maybe now tolerate new-age teenage rapping outbreaks and in-yo-face ear-quakes realizin’ that come whateva or wheneva that all teens now, before an’ where-eva will evamore and eva be natural renegades foreva! © 2014 all rights reserved