Rap Poetry Song: Lawless

Verse 1:

Like junk, I feel boxed in.

Stay rocking the mic

And the mighty pen.

Spend my time unlearning bad habits.

Student of Life, lessons are havoc.

Testing this savage.

Some lessons are tragic,

Stressing—I’m guessing—

That life’s short and dramatic.

Just ask the girl in the attic.

Quite frank when writing in her diary.

I’ve had it! Tiring of the static

Shocking the ego,

Cocking the Eagle.

Birds fly, but so can people

When out of their minds.

Anything transcends the legal.

Morals are natural

As coral reefs, deep in the sea.

Brash egos haul into them,

Get torn apart, exposing their

Core being.

Chorus:

And we are all lawless

Flawed to our beautiful bones.

Yes, indeed we are lawless.

No one, but us can tidy our homes.

Verse 2:

Lawless and flawed,

But spit the rawest

Take on morality.

Hey, the cordiality

Wanes in the midst

Of generous vitality.

No one is selfless.

That’s why the media

Sells fish—Oooh-wee!

Ain’t nothing like

American sushi.

Lady Liberty? Who’s she?

We’re trapped in the bowels

Of her American dreams,

Staring in windows

Displaying cookies and cream.

Fine line between

Adults and teens.

Only real difference

Is adults make laws

That justify their

Childishly obscene

Actions that careen

Into nine-to-fivers

Paying taxes and praying

To God that they can

Afford to make it to their

Kid’s school play.

Lawlessness…

Comes from a pure place.

Chorus

 Verse 3:

Kool-Aid Jim Crow

Still quenches thirsty souls

Of some folk

Who are dying to be provoked

Into thinking the world is

Mirrors that blow smoke.

Woe is the delusional,

Spewing words that

They think are Constitutional.

Enter a David Duke pissing contest

With John’s Hancock.

The first to sign-away their rights.

The first to complain about their plight.

Look to the sky and ask, “Father, why?”

And their Father replies, “Get some z-z-z,

And then awaken from your sleep

And see the world belongs

To all human beings.

Your laws are not aligned with mine.

So humble yourself and find
My moral shrine,

And in time

You will be at peace

And free from your

Ridiculous law-making machine.”

Chorus