I could rhyme about ******* and hoes
******, money and clothes
But it's not the message I chose
Not worth the paper or prose
There's another way I suppose
To get your message to those
Who will choose to be foes
These are the questions I pose...

Haven't we all paid our bills late?
Never been at our lowest state?
Wondering what's going to be our fate?
Crying tears that devastate
Governments try to regulate
Congress try to legislate
Need satellites to triangulate
All the world's fear and hate
So everyone can finally relate
And can no longer calculate
The difference in color template
No it's never too late
To change your mind about hate
Why not just conversate
Through heart felt debate
Crying tears that elevate
No difference in color template