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...