War Poetry Raw Oldschool Hip Hop Beat

Dark as a Burqa in Darfur, where Mach 4s turn up, reading Mark 4, hoping all war just burn up. Devil doin parkour, running on all fours, dark lord, war horse, stirrin like a loud Porsche, counting for that part 4, he go hardcore, senior to sophomores, sayin what you soft for, thats why we fight more, Bush and Al Gore, unsure, what a vote might count for, the poor say hello the rich say bonjour, in the end we asphalt and sulfur, a walk floor, word from Pacs door, were all boars, in America, its sad war causes us to bond like a world tour, campfire as I tell it like a lore, while the trees in the back lookin like horror, all of us lookin like a silhouette poster, blurring all borders, Lifes a gas thang, going fast forward as Mustangs, then stall about midrange, Life is born strange, alien to core change, so its more vain, dreams pour clouds, so watch the world rain, a lot of drops to the sewer drain, and only few remain.