His name is Plato and we all know in the ghetto
That messin with my boy is gonna getcha laid-low.
He'll blow your mind, he be really stylin'
He's got the mike and got all of the Big Abstractions flying.
He's laying down now how it ain't real in the cave, Joe.
He's planning our escape so we can look out at the sun yo.
He knows how we can make ourselves a truly perfect city,
Just kick out all the poets who are trying to make things pirty.
Just kick out the musicians who are making us feel pity,
And let the wise ones rule, eating cheezburgers with kitty.
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And yes, I AM ashamed of myself, Thank you for asking.
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