Spinners

An original rap by Daniel Thielman. Backbeat based on Blood Sweat and Tears' Spinning Wheel. A cult classic.

Lyrics for the curious:

The odds are stacked for hip hop and rap
To tip top and cap the charts for so long, it's wack!
Cuz sick songs don't lack or hold back
all the facts and smack talk on tracks that blast
from the back of cadillacs that're
packed to the max to hide the fact that the lack of
cash is just so bad that dad's about to snap
So he taps into a mad rap, but
See the effect on the select teens who let
these obscene texts shred the best things about being
left clean with no need to be set free from
Juvee. Cuz music lets things look so
sexy and juicy till you're arrested
cruising down the street in
cop corvette,
and don't you bet you're in the left seat (cuz then you'd be drivin', heh...

On a one to five with a
Five bein' right
and a one bein' what goes on
all the time in life
The highest kinda o' honor's when
on a whim, karma spins, and honest men
ascend into the lime light
Such delight when the underdog fights and wins
And applause thunders on as we're empathizin'
Despite his plight, odds one to ten million and then
Some, he's risin' enticed by the trillions of benja
min's time goes by, and odds are one in ten million
again His life is right before God and before men.
If power corrupts then, money's destructive,
And if you're lucky enough, then you won't get too much,
because runnin' amock with truckload of bucks is
Unjust when the bus stop for hobos is boxes-
The homeless are rockin' to tupac and wantin'
to upset the system that constantly stops them
and with the cost of a song that they bought, they get broke
but we know that it's wrong for one profit off hope
And before long, who knows, easy come easy go,
The ones on the top'll toppel down to the floor

If the tube is a mirror,
Then music is clearer
And I fear we're endeared to a
a series of peers who are
Usin' their sheer cool to
as a tool steer youth who
hear tunes and deduce that
beneath the veneer
is a sneer and a slight leer
of a goon of our nightmares
who don't fight fair cuz his sights landed him right where
he had in mind, I'm scared, got this
hint of a feeling,
this spinnin' wheel it's when
Men are dealin', and kids are reeled in and
think that ceilin' of their po tential is
signed and sealed in an official
check of a record deal, and there's no
healin' for the neglect or the
lack of respect: they've been kneelin',
dejected, beggin' and pleadin', instead o'
seein' the reason, that these things life feeds us
aren't to tease us, but to teach us that leaders
torn to pieces, so that, reborn like a phoenix,*
we can Repeat the previous task without the past defeat it's
like answer to your prayers is right there,
It ain't that God don't care, we just all ain't
supposed to be millionaires.


*Yes, I know this is a cheesy image, but it fits well, lyrically and content-wise, so I left it. Eh, no one's perfect.