The Rage of Youth
low slung my denim
draws got creases
like crows feet
as the beat
fluctuates between
Tupac to Woodstock
and every act whose
rhythm dropped
looking for a revolution
something
somewhere
bring about some evolution
tired of tenements
and two bits
for that hustle
hey dj
play that song
so we can hustle
til dawn
til the cops come knockin
and the roofs on fire
but we don't need
no water
we need a revolution
something
somewhere
to bring about some evolution
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