Y’all sitting round in your club, eating and drinking.
Laughing and winking, glasses all clinking.
Stuck in a rut, yo you’re TRAPPED in your thinking,
You ain’t even noticed, but your ship’s steady sinking.
Stars not twinkling, ideas stinking,
better wipe your eyes, it’s time to start blinking.
More than an inkling, your influence is shrinking.
Drawing up your plans, but your pen has got no ink in.
Next week we need to rap about “MESSENGER”s