Dear Teacher, here are the

Sat, 09/28/2013 - 16:01 -- BluByrd

Dear Teacher, here are the things I can't tell you because the language you speak I can't bare to swallow, I hope you see it my way, getting out of the ghetto is harder than you think today. So take my food for thought, and I hope you can swallow it, sometimes it's hard to understand why we do it, but truth is we live in world where we are not the same, your education will never be mine, however you are not to blame. We are still in an age where progression is being reflected with false lessons. A people under the man can’t move because a body at rest stays at rest. We fail to realize we’ve conquered so many things in this nation, yet we are contemplating on whether getting a job is better than receiving that check on the 15th.
No one to speak up without being told to stop judging, and yet you wonder why were stuck in a time loop of lazy beggars and do no good protestors. We can’t want when we don’t fight for the things we need.

We’ve become complacent in the places they’ve built for us to rot in. Reppin’ for my hood, we are reppin’ for the ghettos we will never make it out of, unless we rap, or trap, or shoot and get caught, what is left for you people when he takes your dignity. People dead broke, homeless chocking from dehydration, children’s bellies swollen from starvation, we can’t see truth because we mistake a person’s one bad day as equivalent to another’s lifetime of being underprivileged.
Were busy blaming one intangible social figure for why we can’t stop sitting on our anuses, eating away the nation’s fortune.
Hoping for a fortune, using the stamps to buy lottery tickets. Dr. Kings’ speech used to be thought to move mountains and yet 50 cent’s get rich or die trying didn’t move a thing but the youth’s perception for recollecting that getting rich or die trying was a way to live. I’d say living that way only gets you Paid in Full. WE lost who we were, dependency on man, making green only meant buying more green. Tearing down our earthly things -
Transcendentalism Used to be a trend, but now everyone follows the dumb broke dependents, who know nothing of being independent. So do we blame the man or man himself? Even the government’s checks are screaming for helping yelling I have no value, but they believe I’m the key to their wealth. Instead of screaming help for change were screaming help for some change, and yet we never see the holes it burns in our pockets, leaving us more miserable than before. America we have become the government’s whores, and these bill passing politicians are our pimps, let’s see they passed gay marriage along with casinos, bingo I guess they found new ways to call us dingos.
Yall still government hunting, blow jobbing Uncle Sam, so he can relax sit back and pass another check. You can be rich, but the person signing your check is wealthy -and watches as your wealth bleeds back into their hands and yet we chose to blame the man instead of man himself. But who really is the man, back then he could be said to be the law, but stuff changed black man moved on up to the east side, turned in his gold chain to make a golden change, Obama yells for change, but can’t do a damn thing b/c were feeding the system that starves him of his duties as a president, and if it isn’t the law controlling us anymore, I’d say your so-called man has become every man. No longer holding unity between blood and skin, today the closest we’ve come has been holding a gun to a “nigger’s” heart, it’s only a matter of time, where his image will be our own, looking at our own self screaming back at us because like always we've been the victim of a crooked system.

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