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It's an institutionalized war against a black man,  
Yet we celebrate deceit, glorify the shallow plan,  
Brothers lost in lust, in lies, in shame,  
Building a broken nation, feeding a hollow flame.  

Where are the men, strong and true,  
Who see the war, who know what to do?  
Disciplined, focused, committed, and wise,  
Not distracted by lust, but lifting the prize.  

It's an institutionalized war, and yet, here we stand,  
You call me a scammer for holding Bitcoin in my hand.  
While you chase cars, debt shackles your feet,  
I hold 25 Bitcoin, the future beneath my seat.  

Twenty-seven cars? I’d rather own land,  
Twenty-seven hectares, where true wealth stands.  
But you worship vanity, you chase the wind,  
Uninformed, unaware, as the cycle spins.  

The balance sheet empty, no cash flow in sight,  
Yet you celebrate the shine, ignoring the fight.  
The school failed to teach you, left you a slave,  
Chained to material, to the shallow wave.  

It’s an institutionalized war, but where is the brother,  
Who tells you to build, support one another?  
Instead, they laugh when you break from the grind,  
Escape the matrix, leave the 9-5 behind.  

This moral decay, this ignorance we feed,  
Is tearing our nation, planting the seed.  
We don’t keep it real, we let each other fall,  
Indulging in vanity, ignoring the call.  

The ripple effect is clear as day,  
A nation lost, as brothers stray.  
But until we rise, and call out the lie,  
This institutionalized war will never die.

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