Yo I’m here to tell you ‘bout a thang called defamation,
It’s the latest craze sweepin’ cross the nation.
But ‘fore I do that I tell ya ‘bout tha tort,
Is that a tort you say? Yeah that’s what I thought.
So this tort’s a thing that’s a civil wrong,
So it’s civil court that gets tha gong.
An injury must occur for something to happen overall,
Be it phys, finance or emotional.
In order for there to be defamation,
Someone’s reps gotta take a tarnation.
And dis is when a gangsta gets sued,
For being loud, obnoxious and, or, rude.
After that the shi-izzle goes to court,
Where tha expanding case gets fought and fought.
And something like this can cost ya some serious bling,
For a low roller like me, that just aint my thing.
So I grabbed my stuff and ran from that institution,
And head over to a thing called conflict resolution.
They told me bout something called mediation,
Where you meet up with tha other parties and say “don’t be hatin”
Then you say you’re sorry and take back what you said,
Cause if I don’t then a gangsta could get himself dead.
Or at least my bank account would get a beating,
And all that could stop with a simple meeting.
So that is how it goes in this neighbourhood,
Didn’t think we could do it, but there you go, we could.