I'm not sure if this counts as art. I would say i definitely poured my soul into it, but here goes. This is my rap about Uncle Toms cabin that I decided to write, I wont bother to write the chorus and its still a work in progress, enjoy. Harriet Stowe's book was the bomb, about a slave named Uncle Tom. He lived a nice life, but when his owner got poor, Tom and harry got sold to the debtor next door. The debtor then sold them to the St. Claire's where Tom met Eva, so Christian and fair She was a nice Girl, and when she died She decided that racism all was a lie Now mr. st. Clair distrout and Distressed unto Tom a new thought did impress that when St. Clair died Tom would be free But Soon he was sold to Simon Legree Simon Legree Simon Legree sold cotton in town for a nominal fee beat all of his slaves and ate kitten kidneys probably, he was that mean. Simon legree Simon legree All of his slaves decided to leave except for Tom, he continued to toil and pretty soon, shed his mortal coil There was stuff on a boat, Homie look I never really bothered to finish this book LIKE A BOSS this was just the product of being bored in English class. Tell me what you think
