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My generations judgement is corroded.

We cooked and bagged our souls like crack, then sold it.

Our minds are not ours.

Our feelings are anothers.

We give respect to strangers before we give it to our mothers.

Education is not the key.

We're more caught up with the thoughts of riches and vanity.

Who cares about quality when you could have quantity?

The greed we have is killing us slowly but surely.

We're only on earth to benefit ourselves.

We choose sin each day even if it means hell.

We sag our pants and constantly show our asses.

We kill and steal for material things that will never last us.

Happiness is money and love is sex.

If your not giving up both you get no respect.

We keep compromising our intelligence for ignorance.

We condemn the profound,yet praise the illiterate.

Our eyes wide open, but we're blind.

We choose to live in mental shackles, we need to free our mind.

It hurts me to see that my people are lost.

We cooked and bagged our souls like crack, then sold it.

But at what cost?

 

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