Dimitri & the Scarecrow - A Scarecrow Disposition

Scarecrow!
I never held a dagger in order to bag disrespect
And never felt that swagger could hold against grit
Enlisted Hip-Hop to culturally fit
In the midst of a war of an ethnic base
Where the disenfranchised simply want to exist
But privilege would never ever trade its place
We mesh our culture at the pulse of a beat
And cleverly insult you with a repulsive breach
How I interpret a perversion that really runs deep
It sieves from a history written before me
I'm carrying the standard abandoned by ancestors
So pardon, I don't waste words, fanciful matters
Penny for my thoughts what a penny could've bought
Assuming we were taught from the wisdom from beyond
When the coin had value and it quoined hard work
Adjoining those perks of pride in how you earn
Loyal to the mic
Scarecrow
On my honour I recite
One, two
Check, check one, two
Loyal to the mic
On my honour I recite
One, two
Check check one, two
Articulate speaking agrees with the Zimbabwean
leaning on diction and fiending on clarity
I'm not sporadically spewing words for mere vanity
This mic is very dear to the hue elaborating
I don't speculate but orate, a poet supposed to
A crisp clear take for every chip on my shoulder
I may be sombre but as a fog announce a cold front
Blunt force trauma with words that'll boil blood
Walk some, the swole tongue syndrome is upon us
Cornered the walls of the law and quarters
In the spank bank of suits that'll dare enforce this
A price-tag adorns every word that empowers
To weigh-in with muscle, a Sid to Tom Sawyer
Who only care about a Becky that Judge daughter
The system is rigged and oiled by an a figment
Smooth criminal intent, cue the law and order
Don't let hype speak for you (Uh)
Let the music do the talking...
Keep it moving!
Keep it moving!
Come on!
Don't let hype speak for you
Let the music do the talking...
Keep it moving again...
Don't let hype speak for you
Let the music do the talking
Let's talk brute power
Who are the true cowards?
(Who are they?)
Culture devouring gods (Mhmm)
Who commune in the tower...
I commit suicide to present a fluid line
A contaminated organ with an express design
I'm betrothed to my sins without any remorse
I receive all resentment no hope for your applause
I'm human and rumour is soothing, humbling
When I'm schooled I'm seated at the stool of my stumbling
My knees are bent but I pivot for the rise
A seasoned vet driven to the animal inside
The flaws giving life to the tips of my limbs
These be the scars etched into my skin
Till I get so comfortable to finally accept
That I'm not the sell-out of what you expect
I'm a full fledged dual personality kin
I'm what school dreads fuelled by curious anarchy
My test is of time in a swamp of opinion
What arrests my mind is want of acceptance
I do this!

Written by:
Dimitri Kwenda

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