Take Off Your Hat

Ely Ryan
2 min readAug 24, 2016

©2008

I don’t rap
Rather have a rapport with the rhyme
Jack!
Gather support from these lines
Racked!
Matter is formed in thoughts of the mind
Now take it back!

Why we choose that! (Choose that!)
It ain’t my fault that the noose fit bad
Nominated goose, I didn’t pick that!

But once I stood for the chase among a circle of ducks
Anticipating a quick pat,
I turned loose and ran the other way
Like fuck that!

I must act.
Never could relate
To the mediocrity
Nor the crowd camaraderie
Or the media hypocrisy

Whatcha got?

But a replicated lukewarm artificial order in the pop machine!
Live a conscious life — that’s a hip hop to me!

What’s in the news today?
And I don’t mean in those stupid gossip magazines…

Hate the bureaucracy —
More bombs in Iraq I see…
Living in a crooked system
Tell me where’s accountability?
With the sound filling me never will I play the victim!

When these banks go down
Pillaging the middle class and the under privileged
And these tanks mow down a village killing the civilians…

Consolidate the power — globalize the control
Soon they’ll have your children! (Your children)

But don’t worry — this bar doesn’t monitor its spillage!
Stay in the building drunk blurry — you don’t really want to feel it.

In fact, do you have that high def television yet?
You need to buy it! (Buy it!)
But I’m pissed — I’m just going to steal it (Steal it!)

Convinced all this is merely a “conspiracy to riot!”
What happens when we awake a sleeping a lion?

The levies been breached
The damns are damned!
The crops won’t grow…
Not to mention what’s washing up on the beach!

And the heat keeps climbing
And the beat’s quickening in timing
It’s sickening what I’m finding
Sitting beneath the lining
Tripping truth from the lying
Gripping the noose from where they tied it!

Hidden abuse is not violence
Who you kidding? Excuse the silence…
You were just use to the sirens

Where will you be when they start firing?
Who will you be when you are “a quiet hybrid of peace and violence” ?

You can’t hide it —
They push the latter (ladder) so I’m not going to climb it!

I know what they want
I know where it leads
So you’ll find me in the space above the eyelids! (Eyelids)

So fuck your heinous highness and your riots
Stay above it like a pilot
I’ll do my work until the time hits…
Until the time hits

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