THE POVERTY OF PLENTY

Hip hop slang
Rubs dud-dud sounds.
The music for whites
Who cannot dance and
Blacks who cannot sing.
Them loaded down
In oversized threads
Ignorant of history and
Their place in the scheme.
Them giant clothes hide
Them midget spirits
Desperate for sight
A light in the world.

It’s the poverty of plenty
In the land of the brave
Too fixed on the money
When there’s souls to be saved.
It’s the poverty of plenty
Fooling all who seek truth
‘cause the thieves of the past
Have just donned new boots.


Oh the Hip Hop slangers
What a joke to the real
All remembering a past
They've never fulfilled.
They cry over scares that
They've never shed, while
They climb over backs
Of their brothers who bled
For freedom and justice and
Respect for a truth, now.
Lost in the smocks of
A glided punk's tooth.

It’s the poverty of plenty
In the land of the brave
Too fixed on the money
When there’s souls to be saved.
It’s the poverty of plenty
Fooling all who seek truth
‘cause the thieves of the past
Have just donned new boots.

So let them hip hop
Til the cows come home
It can’t feed their kids
And it can’t feed their souls
And one day they’ll wake
From a shattering dream
To realize they
Can’t even HEAR
Let alone
Understand
The word
PEACE!