Hear

So one day, when it's all said and done
My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung
My verses will be curses to the rich and all sorts of authority will cease to exist
My daughters will be free of wars in my honor your fist
Will raise in the air, in the silence of revolution, my face will appear
Like the vision of a prisoner with his last beer
This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear
Dropped in your ear