Motives by Scapegoats

 

It’s those who hope we fail

It’s my Browns and all my Blacks

Population only grows

In city jails and it gets packed

 

Now hear the siren’s roaring

Coming with no signs of warning

Blame the pretty funeral and holding

Of my brother’s mourning

 

It’s suicide, it’s grief

Brings back thought— the eulogies

I point at misunderstandings

And scarce opportunities

 

It’s religion and the law

The same is all, church and state

I’ve seen rules and regulations

That only changes my fate

 

Hear the bastard being born

Watch the mother become torn

Society stares with scorns

Just for the hand-me-downs worn

 

While I worry for the fiend

Walking straight right down the block

Shaming all the city’s schemes

I point at the dealer’s rock

 

It’s the cops that pulled me over

The floor holding bullet caps

It’s me against the world

And it’s because they got us trapped

 

But, there are blessings in a breath

I can fully blame a touch

It’s the smile of my soul mate

When to me, she’s making love

 

It’s this life and this survival

It’s her parents and my parents

It’s the chances of a future

Even thoughts upon a marriage

 

All around my adolescence

The Gangster told me a story

And that OG Gangster said

To stand my ground for those before me;

 

I’m accusing the word, “God”

‘Cause to me, it differs term—

God is a source of power

There’s a God upon my work;

 

“It’s 2pac’s fault”, I claim

“Fuck the world then change it, too!”

Curse those who really harm it—

The little red rose that grew

 

I study the work of scars

It was gushing blood before

I speak highly of strong hearts

The life lesson’s moving forth

 

Though I still feel condemned

But with this I persevere

So, these are my scapegoats

To impact the city here