The Gift

For the past decades of years I've been searching for answer to some questions That grabs my fears Have come to understand many are our beloved heroes That travels miles for these same answers I seek today but only to come back And put us in tears. Poverty continue to strangle us in fears. But I see my young men Comfortably growing pains on their face Thinking is beards. When they choose to ignore the gift of the land. Since that might cause damaging to the melanin But endorse other things that might end up Killing the melanin Forgetting this melanin is power, authority and work Speed, creativity, wisdom and strength. But we set, to search for solutions At where problems are sold. And continue to fail Because of our failure to know, Until we are old. Hw can you have in you possession Fertile Lands, Oil, iron, bauxite, diamond, Gold. And still be struggling to bold. Our Fathers could make paths right Don't know why humans Are still flabagastered as to how far we can go. My Youths should start being being assertive Stop all kinds of addiction and be additive Tune low the volume of immorality And be productive. For our kind of poverty is as result Of low or lack of productivity, positivity And Reliability.