Bad News

Bad News travels fast
 And if it's about you you'll probably hear 'bout it last
 But when they press up
 And check up
 And they ask
 You gotta keep perspective on the future and the past
 And laugh
 While they keep talkin'
 Talk, talk, talkin,
 Chicken heads keep squawkin'
 Power of the spoken word is infinite
 You can tell
 'Cause people are always talking
 Talking on the run, talking while walking,
 Talking in line, talking in circles,
 Talking in time all over the world
 Talkin' 'bout whatever's on their mind- that's fine
 Talkin' 'bout who they hawkin, who they watchin, who they clockin,
 Who they heard was up to something poppin'
 Always talkin' about who they remember and who's forgotten
 Who's rockin' the set and who's floppin', droppin' out
 Talkin' 'bout people from the cradle to the coffin
 Talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people,
 Talkin' 'bout people non-stop talkin' often
 Bad News travels fast
 And if it's about you you'll probably hear 'bout it last
 But when they press up
 And check up
 And they ask
 You gotta keep perspective on the future and the past
 And laugh
 People talk shit
 Their minds reinforce it
 Spittin' out words and thoughts that are amorphous
 Pushin' sloppy sound out of their vocal orifice
 Like it ain't bein' recorded
 Sometimes a words scorch is worse than torches
 What's more
 Is the talk ain't uniform or rehearsed
 It's the richest, the poorest,
 From CEO boardrooms to porches to alley ways and gutters
 From coast to coast, east to west, south to north
 It's people talking of course!
 Like life is a courtroom
 Most bullshittin' from midnight to high noon and back again
 Blacks and the Blacker thans
 Whites and the Africans
 Far to little action far to much satisfaction
 In philanderin' usin' sex like a sedative
 Repetitive like rhetoric
 I'm bettin' ya think ya nice 'cause you give free add-vice right?
 But unless you got a tight alternative it's best to let it just live!
 And raise the octave up to the positive
 Even though they try and stop you up
 Arteries cloggeded
 The Black man targeted that's how they set it off, they said it
 But in the end it will be only them that's effected by they negative vibe
 I know it hurts, there is no indigestion worse
 Than that which comes from having to eat your own words,
 I heard two people need not bicker in a burning home
 But some people know how to live everybodies life but their own so,
 Here's the poem dedicated
 To the hatred propagated by the ill-fated
 Snakes that's waitin' in grass
 Those that talk the most got the least to say
 But that ain't nothin' new
 And it ain't even really all that
 Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
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 Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
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