2008

This ain’t a rap

Cuz the only good one’s are underground like rail roads

The one’s on radio neglect to show the hood the real roads

They are the feet to the pedal that keeps the never ending cycle of oppression moving

Harlem shaking gambling futures away but still grooving

I call it Rhythmic American Poison

They sai black is beautiful but bombard us with images to the`contrary

They say ‘the man’ holding us down is white

Far from black, has visions of us that aren’t close to bright

Yet our vision of ourselves lack clarity

Tell our kids to reach for the stars, yet raise them in a crazy atmosphere

If Lance Armstrong put his foot on the moon, why limit our kids to this stratosphere

Our lifestyles are barely comprehensible because those who tell it have diction marred by vulgarity,

which makes them unable to give a proper depiction

They sai that knowledge is the key so put it into ignition

Start the engine, head forward into this new millenia of opportunity

Land of the finally free

its time to have unity

And so many miscontrue what it means to unify

To try to identify with people with different thoughts that peculate in their mind

Or different eyes, not in dimension, but in depth perception

Separate is not equally as beautiful as being united

And equal is not nearly as meaningful as living without an equation which constantly fixates itself on whether we as people quantify each other.