one of my favourite Sharpa verses...
"What's realism? Let me touch you, till you feel it sizzle,
i'm seeing visions but the telly lies to me in pixels,
systematic, analogue, digital subliminals,
encrypted transmissions that reinforce your fear impulse,
it says black people are poor, and poor folks are criminals,
criminal minds are dumb, and dumb hobos just deserve to go,
symultaneously whites are painted radiently,
radience sheds the light, and light gives life which created me (who?!),
basically black is death and white's a blessing,
being rich is a priviledge, not a right depending on how light or fair-skinned,
suss it out yourself, your health all amounts to wealth,
some live hand to mouth, so how the hell they gon use their mouth to yell?
Sick and tired of the sick and tired."