Famine Farm
 

Hungry hippos aint giving food to da third world country

peoples//Instead they sell guns; but no buscuits or buns; Jas

weapons to increase thier tensions between civil wars wit no

endings// .. Life is different for people born with sickness and

deseases dat cause death in a span of a breath//.. Its a

grand theft of your mind and soul if you ignore that there

are people sleeping in da cold; No shelter to cover da snow

dat plows down they throat; Minds twisted and food turned

to gold// People's lives are being sold like cheap wrags,

and old mags by a devilish mass dat erases a past; You

were never free, but starving in da third cast// Worldvision

is blind and deaf; no one seems to see and listen to da

mess dat is undressed// Funny when you see a child

starving, while Catherine Zeta has one million showin

on her chest// Yess, these celebs raise money to help

no one else but they image and wealth// They lie on

Telethons, parades, and fund raisers like hell// Cant

help it to just witness da Famine's force; dispurse all

around tha earth; Children cursed from birth// How

come they don't drop food shippments in da hunger

stricken part of Africa's heart?...// Simple; no money

no foodmart// Controdicters; skipping and laughing like

little sisters; Are tight wit their dough// How many

supplies of food they hide or throw// Millions and Qua

drillions of nutrients sent down da garbage pen// If

ya wana help instead of them, ..Send cans of Del monte's

vegetables and fruit blends// Its not a lot , but at least

one starving child will feel hip and start ta hop; happy

to fill his tummy; This is a crash test for all you M.c dummies

who think fame and glory will get you an appereance wit

Maury// Spilling out your story; so boring dat you got a

cricket to stop da noise// Yall have no choice but to spit

your voice with authority and poise// This goes out to

da m.c known as "Mysteriously"// Don't worry about

me..// I write rymes to help myself and you see// Burning

to da third degree through brush and trees rising up da

Famine Farm off their knees// One person's actions

is like ants swarming on a watermelon; What you

sense is da feelin to help out and start dealing// Not

for da fame or da game; Just me absorbing da pain

for peeps with nothing less to gain but a rice grain//

Kriss Kass ending da flow; A mexican colored like a shit

stain remains at a novice level// Consider me da cause

and peddle of this forum dat i have settled// I don't

plan to overthrow an "Enigma" in a battle// Make em

ride so hard as if he jas got off a horse's sattle// Make

room for more cattle...