you keep sagging your pants lower

like the level of your intelligence

whose i.q. is the size of a tic tac

in which you can barely see 

though the brightness of the color stands out

like the potential for one to witness greatness

but you still remain to fit in 

rather than standing out

you continue to contribute to society's perception

that in six months

you'll be walking down the tunnel

and right above 

is the longated pipeline

that navigates its way to prison

where your liberty vanishes

your original clothes is taken

substituted by colors all so familiar of orange and black

because all you are is numbers that is posted behind your back

so that nobody wants to look at your face

your freedom is stripped

that's why your jumpsuit sags

like the humanity of manhood that is snatched right out your chest

and then if you don't want to listen

that's your business

that's why i take my showers privately

while your naked taking showers publicly 

in a section that you better not drop a soap to the floor

or you be standing next to a brollic dude name earl

whose serves life is prison

would never stimulates his sensation on touching another woman again

therefore, he is looking for that need to be fulfill

needed to scratch a major itch

you become his cellmate bitch

the fact that people need to have a discussion about the origin of pants sagging

would be a similar concept of understanding the radical roots to the word nigger

that continues to falsify a representation of brotherhood

where in actuality 

it comes from slavemaster who looks down on people of color 

in his hateful eyes, and ruthless aggression uses his whip to punish them out of disgust

yet you use that word to embrace each other

and when you look at them, their pants remain to sag

like the level of your intelligence

and the humanity of your livelihood will be snatch from your chest