Sitting at the corner
Sippin my red syrup
Oh the sugar rush
Explos-s-s-s-sive
BAAM!
Hit me right 'cross my head was this wooden spoon
Tellin' me that I shouldn't be drinkin' it
'Cuz the sugar high is going to cause me to make abrupt moves
Lil' stints that are not plausible
Are my acts corrosive
Will I impede upon your next step to attack me
The red color fills my lips and tongue
The wave
OH so coooooooooling
Temperatures rise above 105
Can't take it no more
What am I to do other than suffer from the swelter of this wrath
A heat wave caused by the unnecessary treatment by society to our land
The ozone layer is rippin' through and burning our skins to cancer
Some that are deadly while other have alternative measures of treatment to deter the blasphemy we face

But yet
Everyday I stand outside my crib and sip on my KoolAid
Whether it comes in a glass cup, plastic one, or a pitcher
I am eager to sip on my ol' skool flava of choice
Red
Fruit Punch and Merry Berry
That shit is just illy-manilly to my taste buds
Words you could never understand
For if you were to know why I sip on my KoolAid
The world would be closer to finding cures
Vanishing the words of death into far away horizons
For if...
YOU!
yes you...
Were to just come and stand
Pour some of my magical KoolAid into your system
Everyone would want a sip
Everyone would turn greedy
Violent acts will be abrupt
But I chose you
Yes YOU
To bear protection of the only safest block in our streets:
The KoolAid Corner.

~N.M.~