A Sound Mind

I right my wrongs in all the right songs I take chords and string up ideas on my life's thoughts I beat the system with the instruments of my wit and intellect So when it's time to face the music, my feet will groove the best 16 bars is always all I see A prison gate Behind which sustains a hungry mc My drums snare at competition As I kick down their doors They fear my drumroll so they bass/base All over the floor Violins violently let the vile in As my harp's grin strums in synth on its sharp string My chello screams screech hello And the mellow streams stream fellows in My keyboard feeds raw green gore for all feens in large keys As beats swing like seesaws There's much to note As notes play racist black and white games and jokes As the blacks pitch the throats of the white keys provoked