A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see This war is bitter and I aspire to be free Free from these shackles and discrimination Free from selective elimination We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive But instead of showing strength we only know hostility Creating a place where these demons thrive A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain So mommy can get high and feel no pain A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack They should have had love unconditional But instead they turn to crack Because their family has made it traditional There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child Mommy is too high to provide Taught too young to hold it all inside Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find Because that is all that’s left inside Fill their minds with worldly possessions Take what you can get despite the moral transgression Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect Craving only negative attention Because of the love they now reject First born to poverty and aware before their time Unable to provide life’s necessities They are pushed towards drug sales and crime Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection But really they are affected by lack of direction No money to feed the hungry and poor Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed Push us too regress Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive There is a better way of life But not a better way to make them believe A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave A better way to give us the mentality of a slave Their methods of birth control created to control the minority We are now the majority They are scared to death we have become the priority Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke there are still too many truths left unspoken