Poetry for the Hip Hop at Heart

Have a sample taste,Then come inside for the real meal. THE NEW KKKKids killing kids,Killing not knowing the meaning of life,Kreating strife with a gun or a knifeRIVER OF JORDANNo one flew to the rim like him,Curled straight hair way he flew thru the airI HAVE A DREAMThe dream of how Ill be judged,Really I dont care,Im not ashamed of my hairINTERVENTIONAs spring produces flowery growth,Cosmic kindness joined us both,In time, and place, and circumstance,And miracle of new romance. DOUBTYou see the sun, still you ask,Will I bake, or will I bask?