Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes. Read more learn more, change the globe. Ghetto children, do your thang.
Another quick rhyme/poetry session:
I don’t have much but I’m still blessed
But how about that single mother overstressed?
As a nation we aren’t doing enough, that we have to confess
Unequal representation turns these families into a mess
You claim moral decency but then why do you hate the poor?
Ya send scorns of promise to jail and war
How you going to take away SNAP from moms in line at the grocery store?
Ya put us in harms way to soak up resources from a far
How is there a debate when a grown man assaults a girl?
Your authority doesn’t give you a free pass to harm the isolated
That bigot state of mind makes me want to hurl
We gotta mobilize and understand our civil rights are being violated.
I don’t want any more than what I’ve earned
But old heads are taking more than they deserve
Even access to higher education leaves us burned
A utopia for the rich is what our leaders yearn
I want to bravely defend the lower class
Old racist better understand there’s a new brass
We enjoy grass but you can longer fool our ass’
Remove the wool and we’re a vengeance seeking proletariat mass.