Guilty Conscience
Guilty Conscience
Man to the educated from the dictated
Im gon break this poem down slow
This is by far the lecture of the century
And I wanted to be the first to let my people know
A democracy huh, or a dictatorship
Which one would you choose, if you had to guess
Whether we get white boys with dirty pasts
Or pray to god the black man can defend himself
Nowadays we still got to be careful cause we can’t seem to trust no one else
Minorities on the black channels trying to call out for help
The ghetto, the roots of our being
Im getting my grind on, lets hussle for a quick lick
Wasn’t taught no better to go farther
So I got protection in case my enemies turn snitch
But these times causes for new era
Many ways to come up quick, whether im a female
With a 9-5 or being a hoe for a suga daddy that wanna turn trick
The rap game, the rap artists, entertainment comes in many forms
Some like we have never known
We can support our own color
Or promote them to selling dope
And then when our future generation can’t collect social security
We pull the denial stage and holla out we didn’t know
What kind of game plan do we got
No motivation leads to weak communication
Life’s obstacles is a bomb shell by itself
Then you wonder why we cant concentrate
Oh well lookie here what did you do
To ensure the rest of my life was on the right track
Man you gave me 9months and temporary shelter until the government
Told you to pack my bags
We gave you the nickname “T” lady cause a real mom
Wouldn’t have kicked me out and never looked back
I got male friends then I got booty calls
Which one you want to hear about more
I chose both sides of the spectrum cause my father was never around
To tell me what either of the terms was really used for
It’s a damn shame that nigga just left me out in the cold
So for your information, no I don’t feel bad
When them boys up the street call me a “hoe”
You want to scream and cry to me saying your feelings are hurt
When I have no sympathy or emotions cause they were replaced
When the justice system said its ok to let pedophiles
Linger around while your daughter gets raped
And you got the nerve to not look her in the face?
Lovemaking now has a whole meaning
When one touch feels like a million blows to the head
Not saying I know how it feels to be a virgin again
But this is just whats being said
You sure he is worth giving your most sacred inner being
Or are you fan of oral sex
Im asking these questions now trying to find out what it is you people think of
What helps you sleep at night
Cause im getting frustrated just thinking of a clever way to get this off my mind
Doesn’t matter anyway cant kick a mule in the behind
Knowing he still wont try
The white powdery substance what is it, that creates the passion
To smoke weed, is it the fantasy creating a pipe dream
That nobody but you can see?
What about the after effects, the problems remain
And continue to stack up till everything can be shown
Your brain cells and your future, man dawg now all you had left is blown
Still thrilled about getting high?
I don’t get it, I complain, I talk, I write poems
I speak from my very loud mouth
Things don’t get accomplished by waiting on the next man to do them
So what the hell are you sitting there thinking about?
Man to the educated from the dictated
Im gon break this poem down slow
This is by far the lecture of the century
And I wanted to be the first to let my people know
A democracy huh, or a dictatorship
Which one would you choose, if you had to guess
Whether we get white boys with dirty pasts
Or pray to god the black man can defend himself
Nowadays we still got to be careful cause we can’t seem to trust no one else
Minorities on the black channels trying to call out for help
The ghetto, the roots of our being
Im getting my grind on, lets hussle for a quick lick
Wasn’t taught no better to go farther
So I got protection in case my enemies turn snitch
But these times causes for new era
Many ways to come up quick, whether im a female
With a 9-5 or being a hoe for a suga daddy that wanna turn trick
The rap game, the rap artists, entertainment comes in many forms
Some like we have never known
We can support our own color
Or promote them to selling dope
And then when our future generation can’t collect social security
We pull the denial stage and holla out we didn’t know
What kind of game plan do we got
No motivation leads to weak communication
Life’s obstacles is a bomb shell by itself
Then you wonder why we cant concentrate
Oh well lookie here what did you do
To ensure the rest of my life was on the right track
Man you gave me 9months and temporary shelter until the government
Told you to pack my bags
We gave you the nickname “T” lady cause a real mom
Wouldn’t have kicked me out and never looked back
I got male friends then I got booty calls
Which one you want to hear about more
I chose both sides of the spectrum cause my father was never around
To tell me what either of the terms was really used for
It’s a damn shame that nigga just left me out in the cold
So for your information, no I don’t feel bad
When them boys up the street call me a “hoe”
You want to scream and cry to me saying your feelings are hurt
When I have no sympathy or emotions cause they were replaced
When the justice system said its ok to let pedophiles
Linger around while your daughter gets raped
And you got the nerve to not look her in the face?
Lovemaking now has a whole meaning
When one touch feels like a million blows to the head
Not saying I know how it feels to be a virgin again
But this is just whats being said
You sure he is worth giving your most sacred inner being
Or are you fan of oral sex
Im asking these questions now trying to find out what it is you people think of
What helps you sleep at night
Cause im getting frustrated just thinking of a clever way to get this off my mind
Doesn’t matter anyway cant kick a mule in the behind
Knowing he still wont try
The white powdery substance what is it, that creates the passion
To smoke weed, is it the fantasy creating a pipe dream
That nobody but you can see?
What about the after effects, the problems remain
And continue to stack up till everything can be shown
Your brain cells and your future, man dawg now all you had left is blown
Still thrilled about getting high?
I don’t get it, I complain, I talk, I write poems
I speak from my very loud mouth
Things don’t get accomplished by waiting on the next man to do them
So what the hell are you sitting there thinking about?
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