I wanna hear a poem I wanna learn something I didn't know I wanna say "yes" at the end, because I'm sick of saying "so?" I wanna hear a poem about who you are And what you think And why you slam Not a poem about me and my poem Because I know who I am I wanna hear a love poem A sad poem An "I hate my dad" poem A dream poem An "I'm not what I seem" poem An "I need" poem An "I also bleed" poem An "I'm alone" poem An "I can't find my home" poem I just wanna hear a poem I wanna hear a poem about revolution About fists raised high And hips twisting in a rumble like a rumba I wanna follow the footsteps of Chè And hear the truth about the day the CIA k**ed Lumumba I wanna hear a poem about struggle So that when I open my mouth, I can step outside myself I wanna listen to no less than the sounds of protest In the factories where workers sweat and make Air Jordans and Pro-Keds because If you wanna take shots at people Target Phil Knight and Bill Gates Contemplate how They own the products And they got the goods How they act like they care But they're just Robin Hoods I wanna hear a poem where ideas kiss similes so deeply that metaphors get jealous Where the subject matters so much that adjectives start holding pro-noun rallies at city hall Because I wanna hear a poem that attacks the status quo That attracts the claps of the cats with the fattest flows That makes the crowd pa** the hat And pack my cap with a stack of dough I wanna hear a poem that makes this audience yell “Hoooo!” Because I wanna guess your favorite color Then craft rhyme schemes out of thin air I wanna hear a poem about why the statute of limitations for rape is only five years I wanna hear a poem I wanna feel a poem I wanna taste a poem Give me your spot on the mic if you wanna waste a poem I wanna Hear a Poem