Brave New World - A Rap by DJ TazzieDog

My acrid invective, selective

Directed to a world gone mad

Sadly teetering on the brink

Of what? Destruction? The stink of corruption?

It might come down

To those capitalized clowns

 Making the rounds with the

Takers, the breakers, the policy makers

Doing the bidding, taking the hitting

Fitting the world in

Maniacal games of

Fame, fortune, greedy contortion

Cesspooling their retooling

Fooling with our resources

Our recourse is

An evolution of

Trickle down solutions

Call it revolution

When the shit hits the fan

And the cowards all stand

On their island alone

With their glam and their gab

On their now sinking slab

We will sup with the fish

We will breathe in the pitch

Of the pine and

Rewind the plunder

That brought us asunder

We will look to the stars

That shine down on our hood

We will learn to be good.