Generation of Spoken Words

Hello my name is Benjamin Like I don’t know what rhymes with Benjamin Or this bed I’m in All I know is how dead I’ve been If I tried to sing I guarantee your head will be going ding a ling When I surf the web for rhymes I use the google forget the bing Bling bling is that really all what life’s about? Where we kick and pout? Acting like we always need to shout! Or is it that bang bang violence Our pointing fingers disturbing the silence Where the world is so lacking We always see people packing Packing heat Packing bags Packing beats Packing lag Refugee Rufuse of the homeland condition Uprooted and gone Eviction signs on your lawn War torn victims PTSD They just don’t know who to be The soldier or the patient The son or the father The Husband or the man Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Worse because it has no borders It cuts far deeper than complicated orders Turning humans into emotional hoarders They fought in the combat zone Now they struggle with their own battles at home Depression sits in Young boys and girls ending their lives Haven’t even begun yet Turning to satisfactory violence Hate crimes, Anger, Lust, and Murder. There are those who can take it even further But it’s all the same, those emotions of crime That chip away time after time At the human condition People always acting on their own volition Check yourself now Listen don’t fall into that trap The hand that travels fast Is the one that never slacks It only hacks Independent, without thought The very people fought Now do you remember when? This age old question applied in full To those deep scarring wounds Like a remedy That is keeping me From the center of the circle Living on the edge Where there is only black, white No room for gray No room to stay You keep moving even if you don’t see it Eventually you’ll feel it And now the media's Been feeding us Advice For life And to deal with strife To gain Critical acclaim And fame It’s the name of the game But it’s all the same It doesn’t matter where you aim Or point the blame Your life’s empty Living like you’ll always be twenty-one For the money Two for the show And three to get ready But where did time go? And why’re we so low? Seems the only place left to go Is home Like the prodigal child Neither tender nor mild Due to a lifestyle of wild And they keep telling me: Boy you rhyme too much And you smile too much Most of all you’re a child too much Too much to be successful… And Well I say hell no! Now Granted I’m no expert, y’all gotta come on down to see What this world can be When we’re all living and free Of this system, That fails to meet. Your expectations It’s flirtatious It just isn’t spacious Enough in this world to dance around with the devil and death. While I’m living and free You be living in greed Devils dancing with glee And he ain't gonna leave Until Christ hits home Homies we all gotta believe That’s why every morning and night Mothers get up to plead for plight And light For the path that is right The winding path for the walking While the demons be stalking Preying on those who are slaving Away Rotting away Falling away From the vine…He is And We are his branches Fighting with spears and lances But we losing our chances I feel like we’re dances with wolves Alone And unknown Can you even see how the time has flown? God is not a drone Who will pick at your bones Or condone God is my father to whom I pray To light the way Every single God given day So I say LOVE