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Consciousness


Is ignorants really bliss?

Is that why some people are unconsciously racist?

Im 18 and I've seen more death than a war veteran

what's my sin?

getting sick when I have to bury a friend

being treated differently because of the color of my skin

that's bull shit man

 

are you even conscious of the things you say?

the things that you do?

you only care bout makin money off me

I have no real value to you

unless im dribblin a ball or rappin a tune

you just focus on the front

not conscious that you're just staring at,

the skin im hiding in

trapped behind the walls of my own mind

but you only see what i project on the outside

 

give me consciousness

tell me why people

live to kill

kill to deal

deal to steal

steal to feel

the rush of a stupid impulse

gettin yourself caught

now you're locked up

and can't even be a father to your own son

won't be there to stop him from picking up the gun

the cycle continues on and on

 

 

are we unconsciously blind?

can't see what's before our own eyes?

turned the N-word into a slang line

killing each other for a dime, bag

its fuckin sad

that a woman can't walk home with out being dragged

into the alley out back

raped, and left laying there like a piece of trash

 

does it make you mad

that i see you as half a man

cuz you beat your wife in front of your children

you strike in a drunken rage

she cringes on the floor in pain

your children under the table tears running down their faces

 

its crazy that

a teenage girl doesnt feel safe in her own home

cuz her step father likes to creep in her room

making her do things she would never do

and her crack addict mother doesnt believe its true

 

consciousness

some people cant handle the heavy shit i say to them

get on my level of consciousness

open your mind and listen

dont talk back just listen

show me you can pay attention

show me your consciousness

give me more consciousness

let us all pass on our consciousness

to the unconscious people of the world

that dont give a shit

let them gain consciousness

let them really thing about it

will you be ready when the world shifts?

will you be ready for the revolution?

 

 

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TEE_MURPH
<p>Be aware of your suroundings</p>

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