Rhymes spit like a volcano
against crimes
and don’t let no
other voice climb
to the top that you
pulled yourself to
only to lose yourself to
the things you railed
against until you
found that the noise
was your own to control.

In the wilderness youth
look up from smartphones
and hoot when you
come on and ask their president
to repent.

Long may you scan
and parse your time
chasing down goals
only you define
like the prophets who once
walked free.

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