I can
Will be
SOMEBODY(REPEAT)
And you can be, and you will be
Somebody, something, and everything
SOMEBODY(REPEAT)
And you can be, and you will be
Somebody, something, and everything
But first
A station Identification notice from this poetic sponsor:
The revolution won’t reach young minds
The revolution won’t reach young minds
The revolution won’t reach young minds
The revolution won’t reach young eyes
The revolution keeps you complacent
And not allow you to rise
Its all in the things you young kids love
While the DEVILOUTION plays devil- advocate in disguise
HEY YOUNG WORLD
THE WORLD IS YOURS
But you lost all the possible by making impossible advantages
Take your free liberties for granted
You don’t aim high like intelligence
You keep your grades low like your pants- did
You have no respect for teachers, adult or your parents
So I’m here to teach you some things
So I’m here to teach you some things
Learn you something
A message for the masses
Coming from my passage
I can
Will be
SOMEBODY
You are more than a mortal body
You are a created body
A body embodied the spirit of the universe
To change life
Save lives, cause all lives matter
And Renew the wrongs of the unspiritual earth
I am
More than the streets think you worth
And this might hurt
But your home and classroom will love you first
I am
Higher education beyond lower income standards
I am
Better than those rap names
Better than those trap games
You can be a profit poetically spitting bars
and Theres no career of spitting, drinking or sitting behind bars
and Theres no career of spitting, drinking or sitting behind bars
Besides poetry and rap, is the same thing
That thing
That thing
That thiiiiiiiiinnnng…
But don’t be a thing
Transform to be born as a person, place
But not
That thing
That thing
That thinnnnng…
Reach high young world
Stay wise young girls
Calm down young boys
Come back down from the high
New world
We have come along way
From being released from wearing chains
To wearing chains as the fly thing
Dreaming pushing whips
From slaves taking whips
Hanging from tree corners
To hanging and claiming street corners
Your life ain’t to be birth
Live short lives
And die for a corner
We deserve acres not corners
That mule to ride
Not cars cutting corners
Look at you
At the age, where pages state
YOU ARE NOW OLDER
So say what?
I can
I will be
SOMEBODY
And from me to you
You are
And I’m proud of you
PEACE!!!!!!
~TNW~
~TNW~
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