And the Presidential Play went way past time Four years turned into eight But World Wars last decades And in the Age of Arcades Windows will smash Stock markets will crash You'll pay for Ramen with bottle-caps And rap about rap about rap While bloods & crips drink cocktails Toasting tanks like snails Scalding black and red-hot shells Living now in the tenth layer of hell "Why the hell not?" the hedonist asked "Sin may be sin, but feels damn good." Which made the White House green And from the millionth floor, it all was seen.
