Rap Me Some Meaning
Ohhhh so in a little story I’d like to mention there were drugs, sex, and rules all outta contention
Where a little man named Marx and a big one named the Savage shook the whole world up like a box of chopped cabbage
They wanted to be cool, they only wanted some acceptance, but what each one found was a lot of junkies sexin’
Marx was all subdued and the Savage just disgusted, so they took it on themselves to do some nasty ass-bustin’
As they parted ways, the days went on/and both kept workin’ till the break of dawn
When one day Savage saw a bunch of them blue-collars (who were also called Deltas, and never called scholars)
Savage saw them chillin’, fillin’ up their tiny minds with drug-induced effects of the soma-ration kind
He said, ‘no wait! I got somethin’ better! Don’t let them keep you down like some kiddy bed-wetter!
I know this thing called freedom, I know this thing called choice. I can tell you how to get them, just listen to my voice!’
But Marx, you see, was a little more worried because he knew those rules and the rules would not be hurried/out of existence in such a short time
Let alone by one man with a wacked-out mind/called the Savage for a reason, and outsider just as such
Marx knew his friend was screwed, and he just as much
Cause rules don’t like rule breakers, nor do they like their friends/And often try to make real bad those rebels’ ends
So Savage and Bernard, whom we also know as Marx/were very soon arrested and taken from the park
The Controller, Mustapha, sat them down in his office/and explained real simply the reason for their offin’
Marxy was afraid and he begged to be forgiven but the big man said, ‘sorry son, I have been given
many reasons to boot you off this island/So now I think I’ll punt you to that place called Rhode Island/Oh wait! My bad! Rhode Island isn’t there/’Merica was obliterated in some long-ago year!
To be fair, I dare, I’ll send you out to sea/To join in the company of others’ misery.’
But to the Savage Mondy said, ‘boy you raised quite a stir,/I would like for you to know however that I concur.
You’re still a little crazy, that I can’t deny/So I’m giving you a little home and telling you goodbye
I hope you find it cozy, I hope you find it well/You’re really quite a guy, and I think you’ll do just swell.’
So Johnny left the country and found his small abode/With the conviction to keep to his high moral road
Until/one day,/he was discovered by/a stupid young jerk who loved to spy
on men who mind their business, on men who just prefer a quiet little time without the city purr
(if you could call it ‘purr,’ but nevermind that now)
The stupid jerk who found the Savage then loudly broke a bough/on the nearest tree, and he/decided/
to notify the others, and then,/he guided/
the others to the Savage, to watch and talk about/this crazy man who took a stand and tried to raise some doubt
about the state of the union of their crazy world/but didn’t quite succeed since they thought it quite the pearl
So Johnny got mad,/and sad,/and violent/Nothing/like this/could keep him silent/
until that fateful day when he finally chose/to end it all by means of rope; so when the sun arose/on the very next day, the Savage was no more/and here the tale begets a message never to ignore:
Be your own person, decide your own fate/Never give yourself up and be locked in a crate/A crate made by rules which threaten your identity/Don’t sacrifice freedom for a false serenity/made by the government who promises you drugs/Business suits covering true thugs/Because before you know it, you’ll be lost too/To never know your true potential, and what you could do.
(This was an hour's not-quite-procrastination for Hamill work/essay. It's more or less what my actual essay is supposed to do. I'm going to add it as an addendum to my essay, after my bib pages.)
Where a little man named Marx and a big one named the Savage shook the whole world up like a box of chopped cabbage
They wanted to be cool, they only wanted some acceptance, but what each one found was a lot of junkies sexin’
Marx was all subdued and the Savage just disgusted, so they took it on themselves to do some nasty ass-bustin’
As they parted ways, the days went on/and both kept workin’ till the break of dawn
When one day Savage saw a bunch of them blue-collars (who were also called Deltas, and never called scholars)
Savage saw them chillin’, fillin’ up their tiny minds with drug-induced effects of the soma-ration kind
He said, ‘no wait! I got somethin’ better! Don’t let them keep you down like some kiddy bed-wetter!
I know this thing called freedom, I know this thing called choice. I can tell you how to get them, just listen to my voice!’
But Marx, you see, was a little more worried because he knew those rules and the rules would not be hurried/out of existence in such a short time
Let alone by one man with a wacked-out mind/called the Savage for a reason, and outsider just as such
Marx knew his friend was screwed, and he just as much
Cause rules don’t like rule breakers, nor do they like their friends/And often try to make real bad those rebels’ ends
So Savage and Bernard, whom we also know as Marx/were very soon arrested and taken from the park
The Controller, Mustapha, sat them down in his office/and explained real simply the reason for their offin’
Marxy was afraid and he begged to be forgiven but the big man said, ‘sorry son, I have been given
many reasons to boot you off this island/So now I think I’ll punt you to that place called Rhode Island/Oh wait! My bad! Rhode Island isn’t there/’Merica was obliterated in some long-ago year!
To be fair, I dare, I’ll send you out to sea/To join in the company of others’ misery.’
But to the Savage Mondy said, ‘boy you raised quite a stir,/I would like for you to know however that I concur.
You’re still a little crazy, that I can’t deny/So I’m giving you a little home and telling you goodbye
I hope you find it cozy, I hope you find it well/You’re really quite a guy, and I think you’ll do just swell.’
So Johnny left the country and found his small abode/With the conviction to keep to his high moral road
Until/one day,/he was discovered by/a stupid young jerk who loved to spy
on men who mind their business, on men who just prefer a quiet little time without the city purr
(if you could call it ‘purr,’ but nevermind that now)
The stupid jerk who found the Savage then loudly broke a bough/on the nearest tree, and he/decided/
to notify the others, and then,/he guided/
the others to the Savage, to watch and talk about/this crazy man who took a stand and tried to raise some doubt
about the state of the union of their crazy world/but didn’t quite succeed since they thought it quite the pearl
So Johnny got mad,/and sad,/and violent/Nothing/like this/could keep him silent/
until that fateful day when he finally chose/to end it all by means of rope; so when the sun arose/on the very next day, the Savage was no more/and here the tale begets a message never to ignore:
Be your own person, decide your own fate/Never give yourself up and be locked in a crate/A crate made by rules which threaten your identity/Don’t sacrifice freedom for a false serenity/made by the government who promises you drugs/Business suits covering true thugs/Because before you know it, you’ll be lost too/To never know your true potential, and what you could do.
(This was an hour's not-quite-procrastination for Hamill work/essay. It's more or less what my actual essay is supposed to do. I'm going to add it as an addendum to my essay, after my bib pages.)