Chillin
feelin tha rhythm and tha rhymez
of a man before my time
who speaks of tha querrals of tha meek
and how weak our society had become
i feel for tha people
who instill this periphereal
vision from above
feelings of love
that noone seems to share
cuz nobody cares
so unfair that their ignorance drives them
to destroy themselves
what then!
tha generation has fallen
and noone saw it happen
except for those
who kept their souls
and made their presence known
and blinded their own
to keep their dreams alive
never were dependant
or had to thrive
on tha magazines, designer jeans, and gleam
that tha t.v. seems
to portray as tha american dream

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