KNOWLEGE AIN'T POWER

Dear Mama,

Why made you me?

As smart as I can be

Dumb to the bad intensions

Of this here old world

I think I would rather be

The boy, on the corner

saggin'

Pants on his ass

draggin'

A joint in his mouth

Fixin' to loot

I'd rather be him

For he has no facts to dispute

The ho', on the corna’

Her stench blowing in the breeze

Awaiting her next trick

From a well-to-do sleaze

Needing attention for his prick

I'd rather be her

For she has no clue

Of what this world's trying to do

The man, in the corridor

Cleaning toilets

And scrubbing floors

Just to make ends meet

Thinking these are the best of times

To him, this world's latest treat

I'd rather be him

For he has no clue

Of what this world's trying to do

That this world means them no good

They are means to an end

Not the beings cared for

As this world tries to pretend

We are all pawns

With no will to defend

No matter how otherwise

This world tries to fraudulently attend

But unlike them

I am acutely able to see

This world's true intentions for them and me

Able to see

How we are relegated

To cat-e-gories

Second class citizens

That rain down dollars

For the powers that be