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Societies recycled cycle (Full Version)

Even as a young man at the age of 16
I can see clearly
The flaws in our society
How people want to cry weep when people are no longer able to breathe
But don’t seem to contemplate the simple things that could’ve prevented this from happening
So many people in power yet most unqualified to lead
African americans rant and complain  for equality and change
Blame the white man yet fall into their game
They limit our education and scholarships
In order to force us into a life of hardship
We now work low paying jobs and have to learn to split it in three
Unable to live freely
Slip into a depression
Use hardships as an excuse to sin until we finally recognize and here comes multiple forms of a confession upon realizing we are the ones holding and preventing our blessings
Reflecting on the days we were stressin’
Cryin and fretin’
Realize that life is still hard still
So many nights i’ve pretended to sleep and sat behind my window sill
Trying to figure out how i truly feel
If i was cut right now would i bleed blood or chlorophyll?
Everything seems so surreal
Look outside and see too many people controlled by a pill
Talkin bout how through rap and sports were gonna succeed and prevail
Yet are too tempted by temptation in the form of nike and Jordan sales
I’ve always been told that we have the power to be what we want to be
Yet is it true?
Is that even a possibility that we are still able to do
And if it is Lord please show me the clues
Tried walking in the shoes of others for too long and i’m starting to see the seams splitting at the bottom of my shoe
Growing up in this world i truly wonder what it is im supposed to do
I watch the news and death after death
I’m starting to believe that our people are sick and i’m not talking about no flu
I’m not talking about cancer or influenza
The inability to clearly communicate
The ability to focus and concentrate
The inability to break a cycle and right when we think we have it’s undoubtedly  recycled
One man comes up and three more are filed
Somebody gets married too soon and now a new  born child
This child has to the power to grow up to be whatever society needs yet is the one to fall victim
To nike and jordan sales
The one whos going to try to find a way out using rap and ball to prevail
The one whos going to fail but when he does he know holds the power to use pain to break a cycle or continue to let it be recycled
 

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