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Volatile are the young minds vaporizing in a life of poverty and despair.
Hopeless are their thoughts of ignorance blowing like a turbulent wind through the air. Children whose lives are psychologically undisciplined and intellectually distorted without care; having to grow up and face a rough and unsympathetic world, that is unfair. Weary are their spirits that have seemingly lost their will to fight; bewildered and frightened because success is nowhere in sight. Innocent minds detonated by the lyrical poison of those with superficial greed. We cultivate unrealistic Hip Hop illusions in their fertile minds by sowing lethal seeds, Nurtured by uneducated parents with nitroglycerin attitudes who themselves are addicted to living a lie; never explaining to the youth God’s Ten Commandments concerning who should live or who should not. Once divine beings who have now become twisted fuses or dynamite light at both ends; never knowing what it is like to be loved or how to be a friend. Going through life wearing a grimace instead of a grin; yes, those are our children who are left behind with no way to win. So, it is upon each of us to defuse them before they ignite because this is not the history our children should be forced to write. We must be their vision of change. Encouraging such volatile minds to turn right by becoming their beacon of hope as we transform ourselves into a positive light. For human neglect is the most hideous and devastating of humanity’s crimes. The making of volatile minds.
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Leaves fall so we ball,
just like the wind trying to find a way out. I wonder how did I get in. Turning a fantasy into a sticky situation, my dream was dolla chasin’ just trying to make it. You were trying to take it away to lock me up and to throw away the key, But what about the little ones looking for me out of sight, out of mind. ain’t nobody looking for me? The little freedom I had, you went and took it from me, man. Or did I do it myself? Driving in the fast lane without a seatbelt I’m about to crash out. Every day I live like my last but how do you live when you just sit watching time pass? If it’s a limit don’t get timid when I pass. Freedom at the drop of a dime? I’ll pass and do my time sitting looking at the hour glass ‘til the last grain of sand drop, and they let me out. I’M FREE. |
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