“War Poetry“ Raw Oldschool HipHop Beat

Dark as a Burqa in Darfur, where Mach 4s turn up, reading Mark 4, hoping all war just burn up. Devil doin’ parkour, running on all fours, dark lord, war horse, stirrin’ like a loud Porsche, counting for that part 4, he go hardcore, senior to sophomores, sayin’ what you soft for, that’s why we fight more, Bush and Al Gore, unsure, what a vote might count for, the poor say hello- the rich say bonjour, in the end we asphalt and sulfur, a walk floor, word from Pac’s door, we’re all boars, in America, it’s sad war causes us to bond like a world tour, campfire as I tell it like a lore, while the trees in the back lookin like horror, all of us lookin like a silhouette poster, blurring all borders, Life’s a gas thang, going fast forward as Mustangs, then stall about mid-range, Life is born strange, alien to core change, so it’s more vain, dreams pour clouds, so watch the world rain, a lot of drops to the sewer drain, and only few remain.