raro caro

needle got fuzz like the radio got static late night fm tuner insomniac turns to wireless internet to peep pictures from his long distance cardiac even in her absence still a chronic headphone wearer and when he come out the basement with the glare in his eye to catch the bus when he's halfway there passed on a sack and still in yesterday's socks trying to push back on the flashbacks at home he's a beatbox to the world he's a flapjack

You know when I met you, I was impressed. Yeah, you talked about la raza and education and the revolution, but you know what man? You really don't care, do you? You're nothing but a fuckin dope dealer

I forgot who or what the last part was about.