A year ago I didn't know what I would've considered to matterBut in finding myself, a couple of things have had their heads reared Education, a right punishable by death back when my people were slaves, a defining factorThose sentiments ring as true today where the "hoods" are still blackerAnd I'm not just talking about skin.They're black holes of talent where dreams go to die.Look into the scared eyes of him, him, & him.   Their eyes are crying out for a chance, somebody look and listen:Matter of factly America has tried hard to miss themeven in this new, current generation.But please don't be mistaken, this can be the real birth of the nationwhen he, she, and we can sit together in a classroom, receiving attention, education.There's still work to be done, but action’s have begun to be taken. With understanding comes promise. Far more than you thought you could accomplish.There's an unwavering truth that I will succeed, told like Nostradamus.Tapering into adulthoodNot everyone is afforded a chance like collegeMany are stifled, knowledge suppressed,potential held at gunpoint with a loaded rifle. I know first hand this is spiteful, because all my life I've had to demand what's rightful. It's been my job to command attention,be noticed, and be seen, amid much chaos,the crews, the bullets, the statistics.  Generations are doomed to living stunted, so cyclical.To escape unharmed would be a miracle.Even, we, unarmed individuals, standing stillcan become the subject of a candle light vigil.So please, I need you to listen, because the residualdamage of what's been done afflicts all of us who have so much potential. The simple answer is educationin school and out,I'm saying teach these kids that you’re not betting against them,hoping that they fail.Now I'm praying I can succeed, take life by storm, and do it forcefully.Because I want to change the world, and give others the same opportunity.