Wristlock

I'm a rebel with a cause, a revolutionary in a land
where everyone is banned from communicating by hand
Written text can equate to gettin death
Yet what comes next is sure to steal ya breath
Its a ban on words!!
Yes it's quite absurd that the 3rd ruler of the world
Is two thirds nerd yet he's petrified by verbs
Yet it has occurred to the rest of us whose heard
spoken word, that written words wont be erased by these birds
Come now!
I'm a nomad with a fan base, I travel all over the place
at a lyricists' pace with a black beenie to hide me face
I've got a sword on my back, gotta protect myself
I've got a pen and a pad, gotta express myself
The ruler, once he even came after me himself
These catz are treatin me like I invented text myself
So check yourself, its many in my crew
We travel the world teachin the art of words to you
I've got books in circulation
As a proclamation to emancipation of education
Develop thoughts of your own, write down your issues
It's not just you, everyone has an issue with the rulers mis-use
We can unite with a few pen strokes
Stoke the fire of each bloke that spoke about hope
Then joke to provoke folks to smoke and promote coke
See, I joke to promote hope and poke folks with pen strokes
So lift up the lid and peek outside the box
Because this is the way we forge a key to our wristlocks.