2004-06-29 - accent light
kick it to me one time
sick and tired of dumb rhyme
got to make it to the edge of night
a lyricist should flow and get it right
conspiracy is knowing of the plight
the fear you see forgoing love in flight
I've always tried to live and expedite
the hallways leading to what might excite
but the clowns were doing cartwheels
in halls and between classes
the craziness would start deals
and reeling on their asses
they called the nursing station
the student bod sensation
a grabbing was contributed
fried chicken was distributed
as if it was a remedy for change
an ever shifting augment out of range
as truth is faint alluded to and strange
and little ones with issues quite deranged
hear words to say, "don't do it"
while others misconstrue it
the doctors site the mental mystery
and family members laughingly agree
"just tell it that you like it"
no way you can out-psyche it
"now tell it that you don't"
you might as well just strike it
the way it carries on
whimpering and hiding comic'ly
but outside tunnel vision you can see
the set-up's all about the 3rd degree
the dog beneath the lampstand
the plus sign and the ampersande
all adding up to one big jeopardy
a generation lost without ID
a little girl attempts to cross the street
despite my heated warnings she'd compete
and disobeyed my orders as she walked out toward the stye
engine-driven motors which were duly passing by
and discipline would kill you
there's no way to refill you
once the stuffing's knocked out of your heart
unless this kindly word you do impart
to one be all the glory
there is no better story
than life more than we know it
on earth (if we don't blow it)
there's time to change the wrong and make it right
this rhyme has been a public news sound byte
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