I skipped class so I could get past
The lessons I was being given
And listen to the wisdom of my generation
Written within beats and rhythm.
Because none of my teachers had lived in
Our conditions and their lessons just didn’t help
Solve my problems or answer money equations.
They couldn’t help us escape our addiction
To elevation through easy sensations
A path that’s end will be prison
And I saw that my hesitation
Would decide my destination.
So I escaped them and left tradition
Looking for an education
That didn’t force submission or religion.

incomplete. i fell into one rhyme a little too much and need to get out of it.

nm

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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this:
I love my children
So I pass on to them
The knowledge I was given when I would
Skip class so I could get past
The lessons that were given
And listen to the wisdom of my generation
Written within beats and rhythm.
Because none of my teachers had lived in
Our conditions and their lessons just didn’t help
Solve my problems or answer money equations.
They only taught me that the reason
We have seasons is
Because we spin in this solar system.
They couldn’t help us escape our addiction
To elevation through easy sensations
A path that’s end was incarceration in prison
And I saw that hesitation
Would decide my destination.
So I escaped them and left tradition
Looking for an education
That wouldn’t force submission or religion.
Lesson One was taking the pain
That was clogging my veins
and using it as inspiration for my brain.
Lesson Two was seeing that poetry was always there
Free floating between words in the air
I just had to breathe them in
So they could be written and heard
When I exhaled through my pen.