Tha way my last post was slept on i dont even know if it's worth dropping another, but well see...
Inscribed in young minds are mechanisms,
Designed to remind of accepted systems,
Efficient their existence is strickening,
Sufficient in instances of listening,
Unsavory ideals may vary throughout,
Tha slavery for us is scary few doubt,
Firm orders makes borders restraining our thought,
True rollers need “quarters” to start “changing” what’s taught,
Break tha chains which remain wrenching our spirits,
They restrain our brains entrenching old lyrics,
Creativity will inevitably flourish when freed,
Captivity and negativity malnourish our breed,
We need release and retreat to let ideas ferment,
Tha tease of elite rhymes does not relent,
Tha dream of perfection’s infectin’ my pschyce,
Multiple lessons directin’ my writing,
“Pipe” dreams of schemes to help me “blow up”,
By any means other MC’s must be disposed of,
In actuality I don’t act maliciously to find success,
But fallacy and hip hopocricy leaves me stressed,
Spitting spirituality and reality makes you true,
Our commonality and morality helps us fuse,
If chronic Ebonics is our only diction,
Then I’m despondent from moronic and phony depictions,
If imagery and visionary can’t be produced,
Then eternally misery will be profuse,
Tha reason I came with tha message I dealt,
Is I burn for some greatness, please drop something felt
hit that back with some crit will y'all thanx
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