Further Thoughts

Sometimes I feel insignificant I try to school my son about my past ignorance I paint the pictures vivid hoping that he gets it don’t chase the fast change Son stay out the fast lane It leads to where dreams die and nightmares reighn My peoples plight concern me I still Yearn to be free From all the dysfunction in my family tree They want to serve crack Smoke herb stacks Play the curb strapped I’m perturbed that We cant curve that Wish I could save them all but I cant mind ponders Feeling hopeless like Don Cheadle in Hotel Rwanda the struggle is still amongst us the youngus are dieing the other half running round wild clapping that iron shorty only 10 years old but stop drop,pop it,and roll like she practicing to dance on the pole the whole hood got habbits that they cant quite kick yet weather its,crack,cognac,weed or citgarettes fatback,fried pork chops,or chicken breast nicottene,caffine,or illegal business in the absence of innocense they'll clap at witneses as a latch attempt to avoid jail sentences he 38 but talks like a teenager time in that cage can stop your mental maturation I understand it but I find it hard to watch as they trap in the trap til they get boxed in a box so ignorant over infatuated with simpleness they die to be fly,so they fall from the sky like Icarus there's hardly one righteous amongst us these rappers done brainwashed all the youngsters until they hate themselves like uncle ruckus we heading for self destruction