(poems go here) We don’t aspire to be astronauts, but we wanna be stars,
We lack drive, but we want new cars
We’re sore of being poor, we hide those scars,
We rather push that coke than push them carts
Instead of Wall Street, we’re working at WalMART,
And Target, but with no aim we labor in vain, labeled with shame
Declared rejects, so we inject crack cocaine,
It makes me wanna take a gun and reenact Kurt Cobain
We taking heads, making more coffins than beds,
Disregard what Dr. King said, the kids say freedom comes when the bell rings
But when school’s released, the youth is dead and are brains are deceased,
We can ball, but we can’t read
We can learn, but our teachers can’t teach,
I can’t stand it, so please remain in your seats
While I take the thoughts I think and turn them into dreams,
We live in this concrete jungle, the government are the Lying Kings
They tell us anything and we accept it,
Get neglected, feeding us lies, but I’m anorexic
We illiterate, we can’t write so we always doing wrong,
What’s going on? Someone please play that Marvin Gaye song
I remember when everyone was screaming out change,
But the only thing that changed was the president’s last name
Black America is still a dark stain,
But I abstain from the ignorance, with a mind state from Malcolm X, I inherited
We bastards, we know nothing that’s apparent,
And apparently, we parrots repeating only what we see
We don’t operate unless there’s opportunity,
Me, me, me it’s all about me
When did it become about you and not about we, about us? Beautiful black people,
I wear glasses, because I’m blinded by the evil, reminded that we only get one life that there is no sequel
So I try to direct with the words I project,
I got a plan, I just hope my bars connect to the ears of my peers and it steers them for years
Bear with me, I have these thoughts I must get out of my brain,
My words I feel are more precious than gold or diamonds, so I wear no chains
My ancestors broke them off, no whips in my driveway, they forcefully took them all,
Cause they wanted us to drop dead, you know how we drop calls
They stripped them of their clothing, so how can these strippers drop drawls?
How can men shoot, pass and dunk basketballs?
How can we think less, sit, text and not recall?
See, they can strip me of my clothes, but they can never strip me of my thoughts.