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Generation II


Remember when your grandparents said Back then everything was settled with a fist fight And their parents didn’t let them disrespect When everything was fine in a time of hardship What happened to that way? Did it just fade over time? Or did everyone change because it was “cool” Is peer pressure the reason for all of this? Because this generation... Is so far gone Some of us can barely make it out of high school Let alone get into a good college In our generation Guns are as easy to get as gum And drugs are sold on the corner like newspapers How did this take over our lives? The young men are so busy being “thugs” or “gangsters” That they can’t even pick up a book and get their education And the young women are too busy trying to please those young men That they can’t see what they’re really worth They are becoming Baby Mommas With dead beat Baby Daddies “I’m in these streets. Grinding for my baby.” But your baby is with their momma starving She can’t keep a job because she can’t read She thinks she is too grown to listen to her mother’s advice Yet and still she is hanging around a dumb nigga like you That will never be anything. If he stays on the path he’s going. Then the Daddy is put in jail For killing somebody on the block. The baby grows up without a father But still wants to be like his daddy Momma doesn’t really care about her child Just let him do anything he wants He ends up in the streets And the cycle starts again But there’s a twist Out selling dope on the corner And “POW” Baby goes down Momma finds out and she’s crying Now she sees how the other parents feel Losing their child before they even touch 18 If only she knew….. She could have changed it all If she kept in her books And found a nice, smart, respectful young man She wouldn’t be burying her baby at the age of 16 But it’s this generation That influences the next And it’s generation that can pass the test The test of survival and no more genocide The test that we can be better than before The test of putting down the guns and making peace The test of making the next few generations Better than anyone can ever be
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