today's hymes are nothing but beats swindled with words to get you off your feet. The rappers you hear are nothing but thieves who play to your ear and want nothing but money so they can empower themselves with material gain and more material gain it means a gun in your head like a drill to a sergent who's heard it before while he's doing push-ups and more to the beat of a drum that plays to the beat that your dead, dead, dead, and the snare is so loud it repeats it out loud pow, pow, pow. and the streets are alive with shoppers delights who swirve through them lights to avoid bumpy bump it's an art in itself to add jewlery gore and wear it out proud and jingle it proud and let it out loud that the ring is all yours and the gold chain is thick with the symbol of the day that you dangle all the way as you hit the ATM and you withdraw some more so you can hit the floor and shop till you drop and drink down the lights for you it's delight just make sure the car is alright and your momma at home praying pray pray for some more that your safe from the crimes of the day she prays that your alright tonight that you're not in the groove of some terrible hit cause you walk the streets with the beat in the air sitting on that chair and the music blairing the air that beat is so bear you just want to escape from the water and air and the people you see in your own company want the same old thing it's called security and it repeats out loud pow, pow, pow,.... pow, pow, pow...