Den of iniquity, sin's inequality
Pen the anthology of sons
Writing letters from cells
Brain cells wasting away
Chasing away dreams no longer in living color
Devoid of chromatic schemes
Themes seen on screens
Screams heard on wax
Wax poetic about acts prophetic
Act apologetic when pathetic
Acidic words flow from bitter tongues
Git 'ur done is the new mantra
Where guerrillas in units have replaced black panthers
Pushing mass units
Men considered eunuchs
Women no longer satisfied by phallic fallacies
Penal problems caused by 400 years of stripping
Taking manhood one man, one hood at a time
Leaving sisters to fend for self
Using assets trying to acquire wealth
Yet lacking self worth
Covering the hurt and pain
The work and strain of raising children
Lowering standards stolen by bandits
Thieves in the day, rapists in the night
White power mixed with black pride
Equals gray matter that doesn't matter any longer
Wandering through life pondering death
Survival of the unfit in urban jungles
Makes me wonder how to keep from going under
Under the knife, in front of the bullet
Pay the price when the trigger we pull it
The time is now to put down the smoking gun
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