I’m from the generation that nobody knows.
The generation that goes where nobody goes.
How does our future unfold?
Our we living to the age when our children’s stories are told?

In the 60’s big mama had to hustle for free,
In the 70’s our mommas had to scuffle for peace,
In the 80’s our daddy’s was running from police,
Reganomics had us fams in the ghetto eatin’ government meat!
Food stamps and crack leaked into the forever-fresh breath of the 90’s
Hip Hop reached its climatic peak of brainwashing the weak.

Black kids wanna be like Mike,
Beggin’ momma for them new air Nikes
Either stay in the ghetto
Play ball, die, or pick up a mic!

Become an MC
Begin to write what you see
Then what see is what u believe
Now it’s harder to achieve.

Niggaz is stuck in a hole;
They can’t see the light
But hey they just niggaz
Crabs in a barrel no one is leaving without a fight
Y is our country afraid to take flight?
Y in Mississippi there’s still heat in the night?

New Orleans would never fall 6 feet deep in water.
Yet the lost souls live under us all
Our fears is the sum of it all, they are equal
To the tears that fall

You can’t tell momma to stop crying.
Cuz’ she won’t until the water is gone.

You cant stop the babies from dying.
But they wont until momma is home

17-year-old Kera had two choices to make
That’s one too many choices for the baby’s sake…

Why is it that we all want spaceships?
And escape wit no worries?

Keep smiles
On our faces, so we can pass the day.

What are our reasons for loving to hate?
We see others moving fast,
We aint tryna pick Up the pace

Not be the 1st to lose
But to be the 1st to choose
Your own destiny
Live your dreams now before you
Rest In Peace

As I look in the mirror I can see the reflection
Of those around me and how they’ve effected me.
Somewhat perfected me to be the who that I am today.
I see the reasons y I am who I is these days
But forreal im just tryna escape

Looking for some type of motivation
To see different things, meet a new face.

But hey.

I’m STILL from the stock that can lock and load
Stop and go.
Get hot, catch fire,
Then stop, drop, and roll!

I’m from the womb of woman whose words can touch your soul,

I’m from the generation of ancestors who were whipped, kicked, ripped from they kids and sold.

I’m from that 3X tall tee fashion trend,
We do backwards bends for love and then some.
We find love. Fuck. And then run.

Some of us are actually the smart ones,
They’ve surpassed all the lost ones.
They get what they need, bag up, and leave.

See? That’s that new definition of Over Achieve.
That’s cuz’ these days the standards are low
Lack opportunity to seek opportunity.
So we spend about $15 on the greenery
Say puff-puff pass and FUCK OPPRITUNITY!

Some actually brag and be like “man look what these streets do to me!”

Blame on the world man.
Go ahead be free, and get caught up in the whirlwind.

Let me stop writing. I need to go find me a girlfriend.

BYE!