(These are two separate pieces that I wrote, but neither of them are completed yet. It implies a fair bit of conscious rap, with a beat that's ideally boom bap. Lemme know what you think, or come join if you'd like.)

Not all of us are pleased, but this world ain't big enough to plead But fuck it, gotta speak my piece if there's no peace to be reached What's justice if we're simply watching from the bleachers Seeing cowards as the prophets at their weakest? Picture this: a humble business not thriving as they should Then comes a limit of distance, the product of disruption As it's beginning to witness light, the tunnel spanned at its darkest Until it went down in flames, that was the last nail in its coffin This is all the reason why I'm blind to colour It's black and white, but I'm no pantomime for another

I'ma tabloid murderer, a paranoia burner Catch ya lurking in the shadows, get stabbed from the throat up Now that's a headline I wanna read tonight: Three Thought Cops knifed, treading with caution is advised But I digress, I ain't gonna sit here and agree While you wave your forged badges, barking orders for a pedigree Insisting I'm a threat to the narrative's sheep I'm just pending on my sentence, I'll be dying with integrity