Notion of the critic

Native land of sacred ground The pollution of the condemnation The neighbourhood is deteriorating The minds of our generation is pollinated by toxic indecisions For what's left is the loud cries of our dearly parents Respect is tornished, Drugs are what is cherished Whilst fingers are pointed at each other Yet hands seem to have forgotten to lift each other Hands held together in destroying buh apart in building Though we claim to be brothers & sisters our actions disagrees Young souls stolen, dreams dead Yet hope not lost though no action is taken Youth perishing, parents mourning With our hearts broken we stand for change Love was once a key Where kindness and love was the essence of respect The nourishment of caring weights when one was in need To greet and ask with care "how are you this morning" To feel when eyes couldn't meet the skies To hold the hand & with modesty say "I'm here for you" Now all that's left is crime, brutality & pain Children turned to be illiterates While tarvens seems to smile of capitalism thou children are destroyed Parent's weeping turned to a daily on repeat tune Is this the hood we want for ourselves? For the next generations? What happened to humanity? Our land is being destroyed yet we assisting and not helping With negative mindset, we giving up. Drugs normalised Schools discouraged Hatred overpowers love Yet we one of the same place Have we fallen that far that we've forgotten our roots? Our nature? And most of ourselves The hood keeps burning yet seems we lacking To stop the thunder of hatred from striking To tend to be animals Yet even beyond that we've turned to stone age of savage What happened to the dreamers, the strivers and the hustlers reaching for the stars, Shinning bright in the skies? Where have the position aspirations gone? Seems we tell a lie vision known as television as set a blur vision on our minds Buh no need to fret yet This can still be changed Buh the question is "do we want it to?"