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what up man? I am def feelin your style, soul and i feel the movement within each note. A little something I wrote to your Africa beat after watching Hotel Rwanda

It's a hella rough draft soo.... here it is

Some nights I can’t explain my urges,
Different words surge
with courage through my spastic verses.
My service to convert songs to drown the war cries,
When Big Brothers collide, one with allies
separated in animosity, were a pair tribes.
A monstrosity that's guilty, got me wide-awake,
The worst we fear under our section of atmosphere----is earthquakes,
Each 365, we get to celebrates birth dates.
And no tanks on the interstates.
Today, I learned about a place east of Congo,
Just below Uganda,
Africa, I’m rapping-for a place named Rwanda.
Like consecutive commas,
It’ll make you pause, and ponder,
Think about God as you mind wanders
Psyche's somber, thinking what negative karma-- could pair up the bad in the ying-yang?
Sometimes I wonder what the world became...
And then I saw the third-eye
of Rwanda’s picture frame.
And I find it strange, matter of fact--ironic,
That Rwanda’s shaggy flag has logo in the corner w/ the sun stitched on it.
Between these boundaries, it’s a gloomy rise,
No oil foundries, no murderer bounties,
education and no foreign trade compromise.
The french supplied the tribe known as Tutsis, (Toot-sees)
In their political movement to slaughter the abandoned Hutus (Who-tuse) refugees.
One million butchered rest in peace,
a glance of the story on our TV sets,
Appalled til you flip the channel,
its only too hard handle,
when it happens 2 our own cadets.
Spreading aids through insects,
a genocide that was Hitler-esche...
I guess u can only aid what’s known,
nobody on the other end phone,
No handshake of interest.
Ear drumming a beat to complete,
Rwanda’s dry-tears-on-her-cheeks request.
Nothing but children’s echoes,
reverberating sturdy walls of hope,
Through Rwanda's inferno of meadows.
They just pray for antidote,
heroism and they sing for pleasure,
Distorted images of what real life could be like MC Escher.
No treasures, no jewels, no prize, no francs,
Could ever translate the cries of the children when painted on canvas.
Could their message cross the Atlantic?
To spread awareness, why couldn’t we air this?
The truth is WE could care less,
about oppression on our own planet!
Promise not to take your life for granted,
as people in my shoes study our major,
Think about the people of Rwanda
At times would’ve killed for the practice of euthanasia.

Peace man

Z