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Why


Why are we ignorant to the things that we do like black on black crime from the violence we brew. why do we wear our pants hanging low like ghetttoish bums in a circus freak show. why do we curse and cuss like we do and talk in Ebonics like the slave used to do. Over 400 years of shame and disgrace we use the "N" word like no other race. why do we leave our young ones alone no family like structure, no place to call home. why cant we prosper like immigrants do who came here with nothing and pave their way through. Why do we live such drug hungry lives with gangsters and thugs packing guns and sharp knives. we seem to enjoy life on the streets, we work those slave jobs where pay is dirt cheap. we live a lifestyle of roach broken homes where trash and graffiti and rats seem to roam. we don't get involved with political laws nor do we vote out laws that have flaws were exploiting our music with our sexual drive degrading our women and destroying there lives. Our schools become jails that we seem to fill like thieves in the night we learn how to steal. so why cant we constructible skills and walk the right path to conquer all hills. why cant we come together as one as doctors and scholars and builders of men and why cant we send our kids off to college it always been known that strength comes from knowledge. We are destine to lose this destruction of doom these road of dead ends these shadows of looms I pray we could change the things we do wrong for its tough been black and hard to stay strong.
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