Social Society
(poems go here) Stupidity knows no bounds, this in the world we live in now. Filled with people clamoring to be in the "it" crowd. People, people, people.......People live and people grow. People die and they get old. Or is it they die before they get the chance to grow old. They fear what they don't understand. Everyone wants to be an alpha but won't except a beta to be second in command. It's the misguided notation among my African-American brethren that greatness and great things can be achieved alone. It's that falsely-hood that muddles the mind. Hindering ideology that keeps us queens and kings from our thrones. That has our young men patiently waiting in line to purchase the newest set of vickie secrets thongs. While whispering silly slang like "YOU BETTA WORK BITCH!" I guess its a new trend to gender switch. Its a new world order, blind oblivion is the new knowledge. Now you make a living without ever stepping foot inside a college. So guess where we end up without a college degree? A bunch of worn out tatted up pierced drones working in some rich man's factory. Card cracking, drug dealing, and being a bad bitch are the new professions now in days. And if you're lucky enough to know all three then consider yourself a jack of all trades. The state of the youth in 2012 is a sorry affair. Soon to be women won't be happy until they've caught every disease out there. But they found the time to vote for Obama so they can have four more years of welfare. Not knowing or caring about the gravity of the situation. Or the dire state of our once great nation. Everybody is "my bitch this my nigga that" but when white people say it its racist? Senseless idiots, uneducated morons.......but its ok because my nigga just brought a new bong. The life expectancy of the african-american male is 25 years in chicago. Yet and still they want to pop the .45 and prove they hard though? Does taking a life prove that he's a man? But they're not alone in this fiasco. Just think what the population would be without birth control. Because apparently its ok for our daughters to spread their legs for the first man that smiles in their direction. Then they're left with a forlorn expression as a nameless man's baby grows in their midsection. But they some bad bitches right? Out parting all weekend as infants cry into the night. Helplessly awaiting a feeding, all grown up 16 years old in desperate need of a beating. But this is the future our predecessors pinned their hopes and dreams on? School skippers, pot smokers and killers...baby makers, head givers, and romp shakers? We live in a age were knowledge is replaced with the words to some lyric-less song. Brain dead rappers are the new motivational speakers and role models. So we might as well say RIP to the English language because everyone speaks in Ebonics now. People with common sense become social pariahs, because there are only idiots in the it-crowd. No one has a voice anymore. Not unless they're shivering in pain from being shanked on the prison shower's floor. That's were all the black men live now, and the visiting rooms are filled with hoochies who were the mantel of baby mommy proud. Its the age of stereotypes, Because now in days doing shit wrong means you're doing it absolutely right. I used to be black in proud, part of a wonderful race. Now when someone mentions my race, I bow my head so that no one sees the shame that flashes across my face.
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