note: this rhyme/lyric I invented, is patented, so if you steal it, and attempt to pass it off as your own, I will be forced to take legal action.

yo,

back in the day,
I was a hednostic,
bastard who was persistant,
after all the joy and laughter.

As a matter of fact,
I was always too crass,
seemed to sit on my ass,
and watch the world pass.

But now I've been reborn,
yo, I've changed my ways,
and I cherish the time I'm given,
each and every day.

I ignore the haters cause they give me no pay,
and to all of my critics, I won't be diswaged.

Listen to the words I speak, forget about the folks
who's whole existance is bleak. They choke cause they're broke you see.

And not broke financially, they're broken mentally,
because they can't see beyond all the crime and poverty.
It's sublime novelty, nostalgic to see, a broke economy.
And what's left for me? and what am I to believe?

We need a new way, a new day, to usher in the new age.
No more corporate greed, it's a tragedy to see,
all the potentiality, flushed down the drain, it's like an ugly stain,
on a beautiful dress and I won't be depressed, I just hope for best,
and forget about all the rest.

You jest.