Plain White Rapper

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    Plain White Rapper

     

     

    Plain White Rapper

     

    Word…to the people:

     

    Hope its not too late

    the enemy is great

    inside the gate

    No time to extrapolate

    nor hesitate, nor attempt to satiate

    the forces that inundate and abate

    with convolution, our institution,

    the problem prepared with resolution

    then the solution, adding to the dissolution, of our Constitution

     

    You can turn me on, or turn me off with your clapper

    No need to heed or concede to,

    just a Plain White Rapper

     

    The forces are the Council on Foreign Relations

    causing wars with reparations and salutations

    whose situations lead to infatuations

    with reverberations from the United Nations

    that deceive and hide

    working from the inside

    as they confide

    to take the country for a ride

    on a downhill slide, they decide and you abide

     

    You can pencil me in or erase me with a zapper

    No cause to pause or applause,

    just a Plain White Rapper

     

    Tri-Lateral Commission

    calling for your submission to their petition

    Without inhibition, with contrition

    they become your politician

    As they are brave to rave and pretend to save

    they enslave from within their conclave

    with a New World made to Order

    yet refuse to close the border

    but retain and freedom restrain

    while they attain and remain above the pain

     

    See me as a quirk, a jerk, a knee slapper

    You can cry or sigh or even deny,

    just a Plain White Rapper

     

    A coalition of gangsters

    these Federal Reserve Banksters

    in collusion, present an illusion of an American Institution

    Collecting restitution while wreaking destitution

    with their toy, their collection boy,

    The Internal Revenue will Service you

    no lax in view increased tax will do,

    levy of a fine if you fall behind

    Question not their kind no reason to find

    keep your toe to the line, your nose to the grind and mind

     

    Call me Ray or call me Jay or call me Frank Zappa

    Tell me I’m insane, ignore my refrain, yet I remain,

    just a Plain White Rapper

     

    Not dissing you

    please listen to

    what is being revealed, to your senses appealed, let your heart be sealed

    There’s hope in sight, no need to fright, let your soul delight

    hold on tight with all your might, as you see the Light

    Hark and learn, of His soon return

    Don’t let your spirit spurn, don’t let your soul burn

    This Lord of lords, this King of kings

    no more death stings, salvation Christ brings, as angels sing

     

    All through, this rap for you and heretofore the capper

    Accept his call, surrender all, as I fall,

    just a Plain White Rapper ©

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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