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Societal Limits


Who am I to think imma make it?

Well if the shoe fits

But it doesn't

Cuz all my sisters, brothers, and cousins

Are ridiculed by others

So they kill one another

Then they join the dozens

In the prison trapped into insanity

Vainity is what caused it

Cuz we are so consumed with

The money

Cars

Clothes

The hoes

I suppose

But their shoes are fake

Their rent is late

The money hard to make

But I just want to be successful!

Is that possible when living in a hell hole

When the nights are cold

Everything new is old

But then I ask my sisters and brothers

Where are your mothers?

Trying to pay the bills

Or layin up with Bill

Figuring out your next meal

Or serving everyone her meal

Is that the reason for your pregnancy

Your black and fifteen!

Shame on you!

But Susie, Jane, and Jessica are subject to fame

For the same thang?

This world hasn't changed

Were still a minority

And they make it their priority

To watch us in the stores

Condescend us to the core

Beat are reputations til their sore

Prosecute us to the floor

So open your eyes my sister

Open your eyes my brother

Cuz the time keeps going

Learn more and more

Is all I meant

Because these are our societal limits

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