Rhys Langston - The River lyrics

Floating past Marlow up the river glaring at these first-world riches Water flows sending shivers, while a doc extracts stitches Stopped the rhyming off the top To let the breath stop But free poetics kicked in when the funky beat dropped But still one dropped Though the album cuts are what to spit for To hope the day the words are heard from here to Chi to B-more (ok) Don't give a hoot to hot hooks or them record exec crooks The puppets to conglomerates who rewrite history books Been an MC who writes novels Langston in his library nooks Paid no mind to the attention Flashing lights, are gone, I shook Drawn to the brook, which is diverting from the stream The rhymes trickle naturally Water, highlights, verses gleam (gleam) One with the sun, refreshing plunge, a diving scheme Submerged in deep thought Without the gravity, wet dream Resounding always, political airwaves Nonstop words' reverberating haze All the pets spayed In a battle MSNBC and FOX locked, while Invisible men hunt and roam the street with Glocks Atheists, Ellison the reverend Church money, deacon blues, steely sham, embezzling Middle Eastern breaking news, mad people “hezbollin'.” Diversity of subjects, same predicate and— (yeah) I come up for fresh air Only to see the same surrounding But the river always flows, no oxygen And it's astounding