Dope
by Ted L Glines

Can I hope
to be above dope
when I always slope
to the dream of dope
and if the dope fail
and I land in jail
and I scream and wail
will that avail
when my mother beds
all the local heads
gangland feds
and local dead-heads
Jesus don't see
little folk like me
who are sending a plea
to eternity
do I run or stay
does it matter today
can I get away
or must I stay
and my baby cries
she cries and cries
and I tell her lies
as she cries and cries
but I dream of dope
and I always hope
to be above dope
I hope I hope

Dragon Rap
by Ted L Glines

Here comes the dragon
All wings and flame
Just fryin the earth;
Ain't stoppin to aim.

Mr. White Knight
Done killed her son
And rode away grinnin
After what he'd  done.

The killin of her son
Was mighty sad,
And this Dragon  Lady's
Just a little bit mad.

Here comes Mom
In a holy rage,
She's gonna burn you out
And make a whole new page!

She ain't hidin
And she ain't lurkin;
Her flame's on High
And her Mojo's workin.

There went London
And Paris and Rome,
Fried to a crisp
And she ain't goin home.

And after she flamed
The County of Cork,
They say she headed
For ole New York.

Now I ain't lyin
And I ain't braggin
Cause I peeked out the window
And here comes the Dragon!

No time to run,
It's a little bit late
Cause she's seen my helmet
And my white armor plate.

... oops ...

Just fire and flame
All over the place;
I gotta go now,
It's the end of the chase!

Doomsday Sayer
by Ted L Glines

I believe
in the doomsday sayer
warning scorning
propaganda player
frightnight sermons
play a scary riff
to send us screaming
right off a cliff
doomsday gloomsday
we live in fear
and what will be doomsday
this time next year
like pied-piped lemmings
before it's too damned late
we purchase salvation
from his collection plate
and when he goes home
from his doomsday feats
we know that he lives
on dem golden streets.