The War
Why shake your head at the confusion of your fellow mortals?
When you know the war
Having out loud conversations with your alter ego
When you know the war
Being a victim of successful prejudice
Yet you make careful steps
You know the war (do you choose to except)
See I have to feed my words to you
As if each sentence is Gerber
But you rebel
Or take it for granted
If you fail to swallow it could be murder
But maybe I’m wrong
Maybe your approach is much better
I mean you did hit a lot of key points
When you wrote that letter
Being incarcerated shouldn't make any difference
For your soul is well over qualified to make the deliverance
Due to hands on experience
But actions speak louder than words
Your words have stopped totally
How many you’es are you going to expose
Showing you to be nothing more
Than contradicting personalities
And I’ve analyzed your form of teaching
You teach hatred, lust, abuse (substance and domestic)
I can only pray that you hope we’re learning from it
However statistics say we’re being murdered by it
You know the war
You preach through your reach
don't do this, say no to that
Yet the same are extended for guidance
Shows me how to rock up crack
I truly feel that your held on blaming black
I’ll give you and example, a movie of the week showed me a Black cop whose dirty.
Hispanic who have honor, but are not worthy and an Irish cop who comes out nerdy.
The Black cops feeds the Irish cop street politics of B.S
And get this the Black cop forces the Irish cop to take toxics
When its most needed to be functional
The black cop made it clear this is not optional
This is what you offer me
You call it harmless entertainment, but you’ve trained me to the point
Where if I can see it.
I can be it
If I can read
I can do it
Actually your still teaching this factor.
So are you teaching intelligence
Or training actors
Are you writing out my life while I’m living out your script
Am I entertainment for you and your family trip
Is this your attempt
Now I’m making any assumptions I’m just searching for the truth
I think its nice you know the war
I know psychological warfare too
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