A Cultural Analysis presented as A Rap in Two Parts
1.
Free love, an order
Reality, a border
To be crossed out
And thought about
Then jumped on and fought about
Simple was gold
Silence was old
And kids were bold
To rebel
Give ‘em hell
Cup soon to overflow
With what they didn’t know
About life and spin
Media would win
And make it a sin
To go with Tim
And See the connection
Between life and reflection
They were under inspection
And would fail
Turn tail
And give way
To the day
Where Weathermen
Would beat them
And unseat them
Turning love to anxiety
Money from piety
Moving bricks for bills
No more free pills
Ideals became wills
And the Flower children
Became Power children
Chasing corporate coattails
Leaning on boat rails
With mixed cocktails
Once inspiration
Now inundation
A new lost generation
Too late for veneration
Just rumination
On a people shot down
Where they stood their ground
Like at Kent State
Where it was too late
To stop the Guard
Four Kids fell hard
Never to stand-up
So put your hands-up
For free-love
2.
Peace never had a chance
Against the suburban romance
Of sterile conformity
Lost in the enormity
Of Rules and Regulations
Passed down from Corporations
Where they work, white-collars
To bring home dollars
And cents
Instead of the sense
They lost when they clipped on ties
And shaved again
Told lies
And prayed again
For the things they had
Now they’re just sad
Tossing back
The Prozac
To fight the depression
Of their new obsession
With climbing the ladder
That’s all that matters
‘Cause they gave in
Threw the towel and caved in
When they cleared the slate
Forgot the Haight
And began to desecrate
Hofmann, Alpert and Leary
Growing weary
Of dissension
Not to mention
The tension
From Big Brother
And mother
To get back reality
The new mentality
A life of penciled-in fun
never done
never won
Just extended
Amended
and ended.