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.
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.
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