Got an AA meeting to attend.
Being a rapaholic is no fun, friend.
Sometimes I think, Why would I
Wanna end these rhymes of mine
That pack potency like getting high
Without the side effects of a
disturbed intellect?
Intelligence is elegant.
When I guzzle a bottle of raps,
I become president.
Traveling through fifty mind states
Of the belligerent, battling the
ignorant.
I’m indignant like the indigenous
Living intensely for the root of the
nature,
Creating my own branch of
legislature.
The law of logic appears to be lost
to profit.
In a capitalist society, we are
always eyeing the
Sucker with the “Kick Me Sign” on
his back.
Dollar signs equate to money stacks.
But money ain’t evil, it’s the
people! The people!
Oligarchs keep their circle air
tight
And righteous as a steeple.
The feeble have become lethal
To their own chagrin.
Political cannibals, eating at the
very ideology
That sustains their hens.
And forget about the goose
Whose golden egg fame is worldwide.
Her days were numbered.
Now all she's got is her pride.
Pride don’t put food on the table.
But it feeds the ego, so it is able
To perpetuate the delusion of a
civil state.
Rapaholic, yo. Got me thinking I’m
Billy Gates
Wealthy and safe,
When really I’m just a Billy goat
gruff.
Looking for food for thought to bulk
up.
Troll's in my way.
But wait until the day
I become the third goat,
Battle that troll, till he’s ghost.
Rapholic.
