There's been a high-incidence of gang-warfare here in pleasant, liveable Vancouver. I decided to put together a rhyme about it, it goes as follows:
GANGSTAR
Listen to the rhythm of the night
A multicultural gang fight
flying bullets they unite
Black, yellow, red and brown and white
Celebrate diversity
At gangstar university
Beats without the melody
And justice waiving felonies
Check out Rajiv's pimpin’ ride
He wears the colours of his tribe
Gino’s got a hit out on Wang tung
Who’s got the Latinos on his turf
The Bikers are after everyone
Watching from their sideview mirrors
How’d ya get those big and shiny toys?
I didn’t think you were employed
Must be chummy with those boys
Who live at home and on steroids
Hey why’dyou look so pale?
Slumped and bloodied at the wheel
On the wrong end of a deal,
Now where’s all your tough gangster appeal?
Seen too many simulated crimes
On HBO and on Showtime
Heard too many half-wit, urban thugs
Boastin’ of the homies that they’ve plugged
Flashin’ the gold in their teeth
Countin’ all the coeds in their sheets
It’s the Horatio Alger myth
On testosterone and speed
A few they might just end up stiff,
You gotta meet your market’s needs
If it’s a white powdery whiff
Or another potent-grade of weed
Celebrate diversity
Here at gangster university
Beats without the melody
And justice waiving felonies
C’mon give the kid a break
He’s all about family and good grades
He wants to do his MBA
He’ll have done his practicum in spades
Don’t let the bling and track suit
make you think he’s one of them
He’s statistical fluke
just hangin’ with the wrong friends
He’s just really misunderstood
Except when he’s in your neighbourhood
Then your social theories can’t compete
With the sounds of gun blasts in your street
