(PRELUDE)
His mother yells, NO HE'S ONLY 10!
Poppa searches for a weapon, all he has is a pen...
Little boy screaming, SCREAMING, trying to break free...
But his kidnapper, is contempt on taking his life, or leaving him a bastard...
NO MORE MURDER, mother yells, down her face trickles a tear,
The dark figure replies, you've had time to prepare...
All of a sudden The Light appears...
Focusing on His face, falls down in fear...
Poppa's pen punchers his pelvis, sacrificing saneness so not to seem selfish...
GOD HELP US!
He did, and because of Him I live...






(Justin Wilson)
Oppressed like Taliban women were when warriors wouldn't where there wisdom.
Reflecting The Light like prisms, mental prisons, religion relentlessly, endlessly, signifies a sad submission...
When parents can't pay tuition, public schools, where private fools, lay and listen, to a government who governs them with no intentions, of education, Presidents praise them, while we remain an unintelligent nation...
Oppression has an echo, why do you think drugs are so cheap in the ghetto.
Crack couldn't kill, so They laced it,
FBI still wasn't satisfied, Heroine replaced it...
A generation gone, adolescents addicted before they are born.
Previously before Eazy E, it was only gays and apes,
Dr. discovered the devastating disease, but it was already too late...
Now babies are born with Aids,
But popular politics say its ok.
As if homosexuality were truly liberating,
Trees not bearing fruit,
Our race is deteriorating...
Keeping it real is now synonymous with silence,
Whenever a volatile situation turns violent...
Join Jesse Jackson and call for action, but his "affairs" keep Republicans laughing, and Al Sharpton is not know as the Assassin but that nigga with hair...
From Fred Hampton to Pac,
The hypocrisy, pollicies, past there own prophecies,
Bodies never leave the block...
Then they expect us to succeed when they've left us in need,
Neck-up in weed, smoking away our seeds, our children are hungry but ourselves we feed.
And the fees are expensive, extensively,
Greed grows, as we reap what we've sewed...
Trying to buy my wife hosiery, hoping these, rosary beads,
Help me to believe, God wrote the decree, we decrease in numbers, thunderous thoughts, that begot your blunder...
Under the truth, we find lies, but I lie on the edge of death, trying to stay hopeful,
He came to me with a proposal,
Life or death, I chose both,
My breaths attest to that boast...
Obviously he was aggravated by that answer,
So he speared my life, and gave my mom cancer...
I can't even begin to count the number of counterparts the Corrupt has created,
Systematical succession, leaving body and mind separated.
Is this the reason why I live,
Or do I live to realize,
As I galvanize, you can see the truth in the youth's eyes...


good to b back...

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