Red Tape and Black Cotton
by: Quintus Havis

(Inspired by TuPac Shakur, "Black Cotton")

All I'm seeing is red tape and black cotton
Hold me down and beat me back; Brown-bottled demons? Yes, I've fought 'em
Tired of seeing people climb ladders made of other people
I'm tired of seeing others get off by leaving other people weeping

I'll be working without a profit; Dedicated to becoming a social conscience
Cold logic and hard science rule the world, so I'll protect our soft heart before this wintry thinking robs us
The sweet child, Humanity, I can see the gradual cracking in the windows to her soul
Baby, don't cry; The reason I'm here is to help keep you whole

Escape from the rat race; Don't sweat and rage to an early grave
Just relax and kick back; The way to the future is being paved
Take things easy, make it one day at a time
That's what I'm doing, moving steady and slow, one rhyme at a time

I see Evil strolling around with a righteous air, when really, He smells rotten
But that's the curse of wearing a cloak made of dirty, filthy black cotton
My misguided angels are taken away; authoritarians make them bend and lose shape
That's what happens when you try to return to Heaven while wrapped up in red tape