<Z> Inspiration

[Slim Zaddy]

(verse 1)

Nothing but dark streets where denizens living up in the park meet,
Pondering whether to starve, eat, or just spark leaf,
This is what the artists topping the charts speak,
But merely through stealing pictures from the real ghetto art thieves,
The dead march, feet tarred and cheeks scarred,
And only through the use of arms can they avert harm and reach far,
The teen stars pantomime mannerisms like retards,
But only know the streets from the back seat of a sleek car,
Each part of the puzzle reveals another obstacle,
Whether it's cops, rocks, or trips to the hospital,
Babies being conceived through visits that are conjugal,
And raised face - to - face with the worst existence possible,
School provides little, but grounds for conflict,
And youth is taught nothing but to be happy as a hostage,
Teachers are paid squat then, asked to handle a squadron,
Of angry thankless kids, distracted by bullet dodging,

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(verse 2)

Watching the clocks an, debating the path home,
Through the maze of paid dropouts just waiting to blast chrome,
Remain blind to the signs, and get your ass shown,
When you wind up on the concrete bleeding from a cracked dome
They wonder why children tote guns, "Is it for dope funds?"
Some, but mostly they just won't run from their homes...none,
Cops won't draw a line between the criminals and victims,
'Cause their minds define the sickness of crimes with false symptoms,
Social economics combined with skin pigment,
And we wonder why young men from the streets are living in prison,
To exist in the system, you gotta go against it,
Being a good inner city citizen offers you no defenses,
The law is only as far as the men who represent it,
And bigotry seems to play a bigger part than they'd care to mention,
I don't claim to be blind, to someone's shade but I'm tryin,
To see the world for what it is, but it takes patience and time,

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(verse 3)

If I were to say that I never discriminate I'd be lyin,
But the first step to truth is in facing this crime,
Then replacing the line, that separates into 'kinds',
Fellow humans and embracing integration of minds,
This verse ain't about my attempted innovation of rhymes,
These are my thoughts on why weak people use race to define,
Their own place and rely, on how they were raised to comprise,
The outlook mistakenly taken for the shape of their lives,
Not only that, but why capitalism's Achilles heel,
Those who never had one chance to make 'The Dream' really real,
Those who won't resort to killing or steal,
And those who will reveal, the desperation's that the nations villains feel,
Spin the wheel and hope..
If you're lucky the worst lot drawn will be having to deal by breathing smoke,
Sometimes life seems like a fiendish joke,
Where the punchily is dying young and seeing Venus choked,

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Even the words I just wrote evoke more questions than answers,
Hell of a lot of good I do as a professional lesson enchanter,
I don't delude myself into perceiving my expressions with grandeur,
But in search for the spark of truth, my ignorance is a definite damper,

[Slim Zaddy]