Bad News

[Chorus:] Bad News travels fast And if it's about you you'll probably hear 'bout it last But when they press up And check up And they ask You gotta keep perspective on the future and the past And laugh While they keep talkin' Talk, talk, talkin Chicken heads keep squawkin' Power of the spoken word is infinite You can tell Cuz people are always talking Talking on the run, talking while walking Talking in line, talking in circles Talking in time all over the world Talkin' 'bout whatever's on their mind- that's fine Talkin' 'bout who they hawkin, who they watchin, who they clockin Who they heard was up to something poppin' Always talkin' about who they remember and who's forgotten Who's rockin' the set and who's floppin', droppin' out Talkin' 'bout people from the cradle to the coffin Talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people, talkin' 'bout people Talkin' 'bout people non-stop talkin' often [Chorus] People talk shit Their minds reinforce it Spittin' out words and thoughts that are amorphous Pushin' sloppy sound out of their vocal orifice Like it ain't bein' recorded Sometimes a words scorch is worse than torches Whats more Is the talk ain't uniform or rehearsed It's the richest, the poorest From CEO boardrooms to porches to alley ways and gutters From coast to coast, east to west, south to north It's people talking of course! Like life is a courtroom Most bullshittin' from midnight to high noon and back again Blacks and the Blacker thans Whites and the Africans Far to little action far to much satisfaction In philanderin' usin' sex like a sedative Repetitive like rhetoric I'm bettin' ya think ya nice cuz you give free add-vice right? But unless you got a tight alternative it's best to let it just live! And raise the octave up to the positive Even though they try and stop you up Arteries cloggeded The Black man targeted that's how they set it off, they said it But in the end it will be only them that's effected by they negative vibe I know it hurts, there is no indigestion worse Than that which comes from having to eat your own word(s) I heard two(2) people need not bicker in a burning home But some people know how to live everybodies life but their own so Here's the poem dedicated To the hatred propagated by the ill-fated Snakes that's waitin' in grass Those that talk the most got the least to say But that ain't nothin' new And it ain't even really all that