No sorrow or regrets
Get with the flow
Get where u got to go
Get where you want to be
Sounds pretty hip-hop to me
Battery operated society
Words fade into the past
Meanings and connections lost
Let the world know, it’s time to grow
Leap forward into a world we don’t know
Time to plough through the garbage
Quid pro quo, it’s our planet here
My words like music, fill your ears
My lips, soft like rose petals touch your lips
Words fill you with sounds I don’t hear
Rhymes I spout fill your heart
Be political, keep making art!
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