Renegade

Times are changing, allegiances waving,

The brave are gone but the regencies gaining

And I ain't no renegade but I've been afraid

Revolution's only to litigate

But on the inside, nothing but an illegal trait.

"Snitch, Snitch, Snitch" all you would get

But in a town this bent, you would certainly be dead

Cause till the news of your betrayal reaches the county

Your peers in crimes out here taking the bounty

Either your head or your tail, a rat's worth both

Either in jail or on bail, a rat's still dirt

This might go over your heads, call it a guillotine blade

But the odds are against, like mismatched spades (cutthroat).

A scenario is better than any explanation

So here is a tale of a rodent on probation

Take it from beginning, man had a group of friends

All of them dirty in the most literal sense

But only one of them caught in the act of steal

And in his interrogation, he was really a big deal

Now he had a choice, call his lawyer and stay quiet

Or reveal all involved and be free from trial

Guess what? He snitched and was set free

But it wasn't long enough, he was flat on the street

What happened was that his folks knew he ratted

And a car pulled by as the shots had him splattered

Cause the blood ran cold but the mind was staggered.

See I'm a poet to some, but it's a matter of taste

From the preacher of love to the monger of hate

If it's as bad as say, then really radically

My intentions were always to renegade and battle away

And not to be a better-than veteran of the game of tethering

In the nation that's sovereign and the patience that's hovering

This is the leverage and with it I renegade

And blow it all away as I detonate.

By: Arman Yusuf