Connotation

They say he is a product Of his environment. Stastics show he will Reoffend, He will be regurgitated By the prison digestive system, Come in as ground beef, Shit out, repeat. There is a connotation Given to boys of his breed, No ability to succeed, A life sentence Of inflicting misery, Is inherited, Just look at his heritage, The alarming level His pants are stationed at Below his ass, We all know the connotation That comes with that... They say she is a product Made without love, Concieved within Drug induced lust. So quick to judge Her by the trailer That raised her, Higher than Mama's arms Could lift, As her bottle was always more pertinent, Than any given To her little world. Stastics show The drugs will flow rapid Through her veins, Before she'd come of age to vote. She'll buy the love, She'd never really know. We all know the connotation Associated with that kinda girl. Mamas round up your little boys, Like sheep into a herd When the softly spoken word Is slurred, "Sssslut..." Their minds are shut, Like window sills, Nature traded for simulation, No longer do they require authentication, To stamp the mail we send out, Lies travel fastest word of mouth Forget the connotations distributed from doubt. Why keep slaying the dragons we've since learned to be myth? Or is it comforting to materialize The demons we fight within?