What's Real & Fake Poem by Melvin Cornelius III

Walking down what I was told is a street with people that seem to care and wave as they ride by talking within PCS, GSM, CDMA and TDMA signal frequencies to ear (too much just keep it short homie - cell phones) most listen and still don't hear. I look at the sun jamming Eryka Badu - The Healer.... thinking about what's real, what's fake & what I should be (father, brother, teacher, psychologist, soul-mate, lover, provider, protector, icon, role model, Moor,) smh....... I'm so much more than my gold, the way my money folds, the boldness of the words on my clothes, the club, B.E.T., the thug life we see I'm me....... But wait who am I? In a world where lies have been passed through generations as truth, ignorance is safe, and having money that's losing it's value every day is the place where everyone races too dude...smh Candy coated cars that conceal the people who mass murder with drug deals, no wait he doesn't; drugs he must be on them because he has kids but still purchases fits that cost 500+ but doesn't have a 401k or life insurance (just in-case) to get his' in school because we can't be successful if we don't go right...? ? ? I dunno because I've seen a few thing an it's just not adding up living within a place where the government has mastered - The Art of Mass Manipulation & Mental Conditioning (aww here this dude goes again uhh? ? -smoke & mirrors) just thinking about what's real and fake.. smh