Rain
Once again we find ourselves in the same situation
Each year we find ourselves a few good racists
To show us the truth in hip-hop’s violence
but can you handle the sean bell case and Imus
Radio’s finest, a gray haired einstein that made up his mind
To speak his true feelings and cross the line
he’s a civil war leftover, one last soldier
That got held by Sharpton to get clothelined by oprah
He’s (just) a microcosm of a society that proves
We need more to fight the bigotry
So don imus thought he was gonna make it rain those hoes
There’s so much scum if it don’t rain, I’ll bring in da hose

When I look back, what I really think is do they smoke crack, no they didn't say that, no they didn't say that
Wash their mouth out with soap
no they didn't say that, no they didn't say that

One day it’ll rain, rain, rain, rain, and wash the scum away
One day a real rain will come and wash the scum away

Finally we got barrack obama
Someone real who could wash away some trama
All the animals come out at night, and so we got george dubya
How could he fight terror when he’s a (living breathing) Katrina
But hold the oil, why would they tar and feather me
When they could censor me like public enemy
Chuck D, where’s Flavor Flav? Viacom got em
Be political and turn invisible like bin laden
So save the acalades and stop the escalades
Record execs and rappers with young names want to have a parade
But during that time I hope that they appreciate the day before the rain came and washed the scum away. myspace.com/flowsmithnyc