Last Poet

[Intro]
My good brother
It's time to talk to the people

[Verse]
It's a war going on outside they got us isolated
But it's time to wake up, no more hibernatin'
Hyperbolic time chamber before quarantine
It was all a dream, that's a horror scene
Wake up in a mask, time moving real slow
Everything was fast, praying that my bills froze
Somethin' 'bout the heat up, tryna clean the street up
Lot of time on my hands, bro, pull a beat up
Supermarket lines, we could meet up
Freedom in this food, closing up schools, history repeat us
Days gettin' longer, nights gettin' colder
World still spinnin' as the kids get older
Momma love to say, "Everything will be fine"
So I read books, write poetry, try to ease my mind

[Outro]
Before bloodclaat noon