A Sound Mind

I right my wrongs in all the right songs
I take chords and string up ideas on my life’s thoughts
I beat the system with the instruments of my wit and intellect
So when it’s time to face the music, my feet will groove the best
16 bars is always all I see
A prison gate
Behind which sustains a hungry mc
My drums snare at competition
As I kick down their doors
They fear my drumroll so they bass//base
All over the floor
Violins violently let the vile in
As my harp’s grin strums in synth on its sharp string
My chello screams screech hello
And the mellow streams stream fellows in
My keyboard feeds raw green gore for all feens in large keys
As beats swing like seesaws
There’s much to note
As notes play racist black and white games and jokes as the blacks pitch the throats of the white keys provoked