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Kunta Kinte Mar 2014
A huge veil separates us from reality,
'Casualties of abnormal normality'
And that's my generation,
Thirsty for immediate gratification.
Paying no mind to Morpheus,trapped inside a matrix
The system is a slab; the slingers are these mind tricks.
searching for truth,finding it in drugs and ***,
Somebody it seems,put on us a hex,
Not caught up in your such for heaven,
in our chill-spots we have a 'safe' haven.
hanging from life's cliff,by a weakening thread,
you can't blame us; in recklessness we were bred.
Holy books aside, give me Li'l wayne's rhymes,
Misplaced faith,we worship dimes.
disintergrated morals,
Child-parent quarrels.
Watch us puth God,girls,gangs and guns-
in the same sentence,
and hope for a fairer retribution,than to misery,a life sentence

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