I'm just trying to find my purpose
Isn't that the theory behind what our time here is?

And when I leave here let it be with no fear.
Not on my knees begging please,
But on my feet like a beast!

This is me. Here I am. Hear me ROAR.
Watch me soar. See me fly. Or pass me by.
I don't have time for the negative,
It's draining mental sedative.
I need that progressive ****.
Sapiosexual. Heavy Mentalist.

Learn not to speak when you should listen
Like when your creep'n at the corner
and your mom's in the kitchen.
Drop'n that real knowledge
The kinda stuff they didn't teach in college.

Facts I'll keep with me for life
Because somehow I didn't know what she ment
but I knew she was right.

Yeah yeah, mom was right.
She said **** ain't easy and **** gets tight.
You gottah learn to roll with the punches
Follow your hunches.

Do what make you happy
even if that means excessive fat jeans. (Eat, eat)
Let them call your hair *****.
Because little do they know tangled in these curls
Is a good *** leave in conditioner,
And the heart of a girl

Who's as strong as her locs
Who just doesn't know when to stop.
Who isn't afraid to top rock, knock down her obstacles.

Hulk ******, clear vision

Though I'll be honest,
Sometimes I don't know what to seek
It always seems to be hiding.
But I know, what ever it is I'll be sure to find it.

So "innocent". Gang Bangers. Dope Slangers.
BANG BANG goes them thangers.
Shots ring out, but whats it all about?
He said, she said. *** with those ment to be wed.

But is there really a purpose
To continue to diminish our human faces.
And forced to run these racist races.

Races we're run'n
From the kid on the block with a gun 'n
His mind lost in chaos, as he realizes
He's merely a boy caught up in a grown man's play house.

Or what about the little girl
Who the only way of gettin'n money she knows is her pearl.
So she lets her prized possession become John Doe's 30 minute obsession.
For a little bit of cheddar, so she can feel just that much better.

Out with her fast *** friends club'n
Yet little does she know there's a bun in the oven.
Four months in she faces the truth.
She's got a baby with no daddy & *** positive to boot.

With a fist full of tears,
Trying to silence her fears.
She turns unspoken life into a malicious casualty.
Homicide. Suicide. Catastrophe.

Its these kids. Our youth. Generation X
There caught up in these things that school never taught us.
Yet are instilled with these thoughts, that's they're merely a must.
When will we realize that homies in the dirt and RIP shirts,
Are consuming out generation.
Because we're acting without thoughts, and no hesitation.
How long will we let them use our lives as a demonstration?