Hard Times Rap

Rap made for Mrs. Pagel's Lit class 2011. Lyrics:

Refrain:
Sowing, Reaping, Garnering
See what problems does this bring
concerning daughter's wedding ring
imaginations in a sling
free thinking abolishing
polishing and polishing
a stupid thing: structured thinking

Bounderby:
yo my name be Bounderby,
and you be bounded by me.
In that ditch in the city,
my mommy she done left me;
never loved me as a baby,
never loved me like nice lady,
left do die there like fresh prey,
I rose up like Lazarzy.
Now I get money like Slim Shady
and I'm stricter than Mrs. Brady
never allow the Hands to play me
earnin' chips like a poker game-y

(Bounderby, you such a liar)
(Shut up mom! Gosh! Stay out of my recording studio!)

Cecilia:
My name is Cecilia
my crew all call me Sissy
I'm the cutest little lady
you ever did see at the circus-y.
Daddy left me as a child
for custody, Gradgrind he filed
I keep dad's oil in a vile
he'll return and be reconciled.
Staying true and staying mild
about school I wasn't wild
facts, facts, facts, they said and smiled
and I learned nothing all the while

(I got no book smarts,
but you can be sure I got street smarts, CHYEA)

REFRAIN (see above)




Harthouse:
Walking through Coketown with my swag on
instantly Bitzer's talkin' trash like a garbage can
Whateva he's entitled to his own opinions
unlike me takin' orders like a chess pawn.
Sick of all these boring days
life in Coketown, life in haze
I swear my life is like a cage
I need a challenge, something staged
Say, Lousia's one hot baby
maybe she'd come be my lady
scandalous or play it safely
we'd shake the earth just like in Haiti.
Just have to rid her of her bro, Tom
then she will surely be my baby's mom

Cecilia:
That's shameful James, you best be gone!
Sissy Jupe here to keep sister strong, mista.

REFRAIN

Tom:
name's Tom, known as Double Cross
with words, I'm never at a loss
I rob the banks, just like a boss
and I'm tryin' not to get caught.
Only smoke the best cigars
you can find me drunk in bars
gambling all my cash on cards
hussle my sister to cover my costs
when the going gets tough, I get going
lying like a storm, hot air blowing.
Exploiting other people, no one ever knowing
I framed Steven Blackpool when out of town he's going
Facts, facts, facts, the seeds that my dad be sowin'
Lies, lies lies, the produce he'll be mowin'.
Straight up rhymes is what I be flowin'
"what will be, will be," Harthouse, screw that I'm goin'

(BYEE, see you guys later...probably not though)

Sleary:
Rhyming with a lithp ith hard ath (aye)
Thleary thpittin' game at the partay
Houthing convicth like Guantanamo Bay
Riding hortheth, feedin' 'em hay

(yeah that'th pretty muth all I got)

REFRAIN

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