Bull-Jive
Bull-jive in the hood is where stories intertwine,
Where truth and fables dance, reality does resign,
A complex web of loaded words, the web of deceit,
Where facts, fantasies, and twisted rhythms meet.
Bull-jive’s an art of spin, the craft of what’s untrue,
Cool cats bust sham grooves, with masterful review,
With a mouth that’s slick, and sugary words so keen,
Brothas so full of bull-jive, and mesmerizing dreams.
Sistas, beware the call, of bull-jive’s sweet embrace,
For the truth will come out, in time and in its place,
In the darkness of deceit, the light is always sincere,
Bull-jive shines briefly, but the truth will persevere.
In this world of bull-jive, let wisdom be your guide,
With an eye for honest men, and falsehood set aside,
For in the end, what is genuine, real, tried, and true,
Will outlive the bull-jive, and reveal the man for you.
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