MCs
Once upon a time linguists
of a youthful piece
of the black culture
rip through the airwaves
When real emcees touch
the brainwaves
Move morality forward
and bring a point of view
that the sun goes toward
Illuminates the soul
and opens up the mind
like a potato about to get loaded
I am loaded but let it drift away
in a soft somber sleep
The kind that sweet dreams take away
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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