Epidemic

Location

60615
United States
41° 48' 1.4112" N, 87° 36' 13.7736" W

The powerful words of the wise men, don’t seem to be working,

we still got 10 year old girls in the streets twerking.

Thugs waiting on a “stain”, just look at him lurking.

Bodies missing for months, and the feds still searching.

What’s the problem?

Is the answer in the rap?

Telling us to cock guns,

lean, hats, and star tats.

Is the schools?

Books older than the teacher,

maybe it’s the church,

and the “relations” with the preacher?

Blame it on Twitter, Facebook,

this and that,

or you could blame it solely on the fact that our skin color’s black.

Blame it on her, blame it on him,

blame it on Betty, blame it on Tim.

Me?

I think that’s the problem,

blaming everything else,

when your’e the one that needs solving.

Everything with a pulse was born with common sense,

but you out here claiming #3Hunna,

for what? A couple cents?

Take that ass in the house,

pick up a fucking book,

If your friends outside calling you,

you better not look.

Nose diving?

Better dive that ass in some words.

You gangbang? My dude, that shit’s for the birds.

“Free my nigga” this,

“R.I.P. my nigga” that,

Either you comprehend those sentences,

or say hello to this bat.

Now rep THAT……..nigga.

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