Guilty set up

So take a look in my eyes, and tell me what you really see when i cry,
a man whos lost it all, or a mans cunning disguise, look fast, because a
stare could lead to your demise, and yeah you feeling bad makes it easy
on the thighs, the chase, for first place to your hearts bout to start,
and iv'e been running for this gold since last march, so i put on my shoes
and i wait for the gun, im cocked and fully loaded, spittin game from the
tongue, you cannot get away neither, because i am quick with mine, before
you change the subject, i present another line, so you smile and say that's
kind, i start to smile in my mind, because i got you, the venus fly trap and
the fly......

Ode to hip hop

Oh hip hop, where for art thou flava, where a mist is thy influence
on the black man, is thou hidden deep within the narrows of thy master,
i hear the clinks of your chains as they drag across dance floors to
the beat of the whips that crack, thus the phrase, that song is crack,
as rhythmic zombies you two step your way to devour the brains of
mankind, beginning with the helpless youth of your own, as creatures of
the night, you rebel against all that is pure and positive, so positively
there is no hope, but that new found hope is me, a rhythmic cure for the
common slave master trustee, a melodic harmony also known as the key, to
the shackles that cut deep inside those once upon a time independent feet,
that ran so fast that the white man picked you first in everything, I am
here, with the underground rail road fueled by god, so there will be no
stops to freedom, show your boarding pass instead of, showing your ass,
and climb on board the freight train to glory, reclaim your throne, BLACK MAN...