Don't Listen to Me

I’m not delusional
This most likely is your first experience with me
Greetings, my name is Propaganda
I wrote my first rap in '93
Simply put,
Fire-baptized battle rapper who’s heavily influenced by folk music and found
creative
freedom in poetry
Combo is strange, I know
But let this one bake your noodle
I’m the son of a Black Panther, with a Mexican spouse and Caucasian best friends
And my writing tone, now,
Is not one that offers you a neat little bow to tie all your lil problems up
with.
I learned enough to know that I don’t know that much.
I know God became a man to save us, and we still can’t explain pyramids.
I know ancient Mayans and Egyptians astronomers had a far greater understanding
of outer space than we do.
I know that academia’s so drunk on arrogance and racism
That they’d rather credit these accomplishments to aliens
Than to admit that we are not the smartest civilization to ever live.
I know I REALLY love my wife, my daughter, and mangoes.
And for some reason, folks find it illogical to think that a perfectly designed
universe screams of a designer.
I know sarcasm is really the only time people tell the truth.