The Hip who Hop

About one of my refuges from mainstream propgandanation, underground hip-hop music. Peace

When I breath breezes relieve trees of their leaves

When the beat drops it relieves the famine with sweet crops

When the drum kicks, dumb s***s quit punching numbers and crunching clocks

Hungry flocks of hipsters hopped on sinister cocktails let their inhibitions drop

It's an exhibition, from complacent life of stasis, and extradition

To a magical oasis, I can see the tops of palms in the distance

I hope its not a mirage in this instance, it's can't be

Tantillizing illusion, conclusion, I'm on the way to the great institution

Of the hip and the hop, it don't stop, not even when the afraid invade

A cascade of charades played the game til it was lame

But the hip is still hoppin', the river's floppin' with fish

And there's a full house on my dish, served up

Subservient servants of the sub-culture step outside of themselves

For one night of dance and delight, a treat to end a bleak week 

A voice over beat speaks of deceit, but never retreat

And the people laugh and chuckle, move and shuffle their feet

This is my escape, to a place of like mind and kind face

All's fine for a moment, this is the divisions' quotient