Well, Our Culture Accepts It - Poem by Dexsta Ray
More gun and liquor stores in the ghetto...
For a black community
The unity... went
Flew out the window... threw narcotics in
So to stunt the revolution in spirit
Aye... not a one of retribution here
Na, just the future appearance of the youth
Why is that? Picture twisted
The vision's capitalistic
Systemic disease resulting in a pillaging
Of the people
Our culture had a couple of lies
And keep the people stuck on a high... tombs
Reparations couldn't even amount
Then, you wonder what I'm scheming about
Reparation won't change class
Shady corporations enslaving a great number
The ones who really 'made it' ain't brothers
You can see this...
Being enchained into some false social borders
Claiming we're on different levels
Some are better than others, no... can't you see?
Separatism... plague the streets
Some police are paid to...
Intimidate the seeds
And you're repressed... the media completely controls us
And how we see ourselves... society molds us
And owns us...
Socialist society... Come!
Only then may some sobriety come
Because ain't nothing
One cry from the crooked economics natives
Understand the struggle ain't a former hollywood
It is just another page from stories in a publication
For they're looking at us kill each other
Why remain loyal to the oppressor?
It'd seem he must display some hate before they
Really feel a brother...
Everyone is digging holes but no treasure
Before there could be a change
There must be awareness
Of the current
The entire mindset must change
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