Black Poetry : Do the Right Thing

[rhymebad]

Do the Right Thing

My type of ish is like fish my rhyme fries while time flies
Like and arrow my mind hyped and narrow but no lies
Write hot thread and god is not dead he’s alive and well
So I strive to tell his story from glory so only the sinners fell
Less ambitious blessed and suspicious holding a bible like
A disciple listed to be a vital statistic and like Walter Cronkite
This is news that’ll twist your shoes. Look I go to the lab
With vocab and facts get stabbed in the back still don’t grab
The bandages to patch up damages look instead of bleeding
Hell I start singing words and slinging verbs on paper feeding
The rap game, being lost is critical but a hospital is no place
To be sick I embrace thick over the counter cough syrup don’t waste
On over priced pills, bones checked by a podiatrist but folks go to
A psychiatrist need their heads examine just misled famine on a true
Road of failure with a load of paraphernalia, look see a girl wanna be
In her world lips hot and red plus she drop dead gorgeous gonna see
If I can land a date plan must be great hair color rinse I spare no
Expense to save money I crave for this honey my love talk if fair yo
Must make a hell of a decision and by the way television has raised
Writing to a new low with commercials I drink brew so she’s amazed

 

[$$RICH$$]

doing da right thing keeps her in smiles ......nice joint