Don'T Matter How Much Bread You Got Poem by Terio Ruiz

Don't matter how much bread you got
Or the quantity of brains stored in yo mental pot
They got the law and social security on they side
While we scared in the rollercoaster, they enjoy the ride
We aint human to them 'cause we wear somethin' we can't take off
They be pointin' the finger at other countries, but analyze they self soft
Every other group has felt they wrath, but rose out of the dirt
That Willie Lynch thinking they put in us keep us down and it hurt
Rap, basketball and drugs are things our babies wanna do
Since the tv says we'd be leavin' our poor lives for something new
But we need our gals and guys to make us believe we can fly
So we can educate our babies before we die.