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Close the door.
Block it out.
Don’t think about it.
Let’s drink it out.
Darkness.
Lost, helpless.
Bound.
Found by Him, but still bound.
By the feelings of inadequacy
Feelings of apathy
Not appreciated
Jaded
Overrated
Upset and frustrated
Empty minds
Simple thinking
Empty tanks
Our future’s sinking
Into an abyss
Does anyone care about the kids?
Getting an “education”
More like probation, or indoctrination
From the highly sexual generation
Repetition, different rendition
Try this strategy, and that
Shit! Just cut ME some slack
Held responsible, but not to blame
In the blame game, the mindless, thoughtless, effortless reign
The Beamer, Benz, or Bentley take the reins
When hard, leave us in front of the trains
Demolished. Destroyed.
Dismembered. And what for?
Is race, the color of my face, a factor in the race?
Or the zip code in which the place where I reside lies?
Or the fact that my mother is the only one who raised this child
Backseat factors are steering my brain.
Excuses rain. My intelligence wanes.
My drive is drained.
In junior high and on a cane.
By high school, paralyzed.
Brain is fried.
Tired of trying.
No fear of dying.
Or committing the crimes that
Are used to define the race. Now the face of that race.
Not really a race, but of that barred place.
At the end of the day, we’re the human race.
We all suffer. When the reality finally hits
There will be no buffer.
Help.
