Life as a shawty shouldn’t be so rough

That’s why I do what I do
Groove like I do
Wear the sneaks that I do

Because I don’t believe in the perpetuation of bodies raised in ghettos
Because ghettos don’t raise
They drown
All hope
Potential

Equal opportunity
So light one with me
Let’s go on a journey to see

The reality that is dark
Full of black and brown bodies
Gunshot lullabies
Drug deals leading family members to die

But those brick buildings are so romanticized
High-rise structures of clay codifying the media’s lies
Teaching us that some are less able to perform properly
When ideas of worth were actually factually constructed by society

And so the stereotypes live on
And are maintained in brick buildings
Without a question that the buildings might be raising the bodies
Instead of being responsible for restricting the movement and very progression of unconsidered able bodies

What is life in America without a body?
And what is a body without a mind?
What is the mind without knowledge?
What is knowledge without opportunity to learn?

But one thing to remember is that the color of the body shapes one’s daily grind
And so the bodies of color are seen as expendable
Cogs in the capitalist system of production
Used to advance American imperialism without consent

The system is so strong
The force of good is frail
Who continues to remain?
The bodies that are pale

And who will survive in America?
Those who don’t question
Those who conform
Those who attach themselves to “freedom”

Where “freedom” is a code name for
FREE DOOM