The ghetto street poet rhymes an analytical anthem, expands the crowd around him all amused, but what they think of it, humorous, playful and ****, they never got the message they all confused, in this increasing accepting society this poet is trapped, not cause he's black but cause he's blessed with the mind, that scraps the cost of being lazy, loudmouthed and crazy, GOD bless his babies cause they won't be fine, the misunderstood few, will always be new, around the people that know not what they do, you tell me after this rhyme, what comes to your mind, because these times are as confused as you.