From the beginning, it was created, to make things equal and fair...
Until its cover was blown with currruptive dreams and nightmares..
Its seams was exploited and force to resort to the good and evil..
Its fabric struggled to grasp the good in the people...
It was fooled and feeble, the thought of perfection was destroyed and..
Its two layered frame had to deal with right and wrong choices..
So it was knitted as both, became an addition to it unexpectedly..
Things happened for a reason..it became a victim of humanity..
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Get loans and borrow expenses to spend on your college tuition..
Almost fall from the sickness from the cost of bottle prescriptions..
Tension from your boss your rent and your apartment tenants..
Fights and brawls you hop over fences avoiding the law & amendments..
Stick shift stalls on your engine you calling the tow trucking business..
House wall to wall with your infants, while you haul over the kitchen..
In the court halls being convicted as the defendant waits to be sentenced..
You hating this addiction because the scent is keeping you tempted..
The massacre is endless..our Mother Land fighting crisis & famine..
While we watching debates waiting for the deflation of prices & gallons..
People fighting for chances, while our kids still finding their talents..
Finding the answers.....unstable homes still finding their balance..
You frightened & panic, you feeling alone and needing accompany..
While get rich schemes uproot our economy from billion dollar companies..
& blacks still last commonly, whites still number 1 predominently...
And the government promoting free will, but still lacking in honesty..
And honestly..? Why the fuck the hostages ain't been saved yet..?
Teachers making big impacts, but still get the smallest paychecks..
Streets lurking with convicts & rapists..The Law ain't make shit safe yet..
No more virgins...STDs are now more common than safe sex..
No patience...everyday you feeling like your life has been threatened..
No right direction, people in Iraq still getting killed & beheaded..
Superstars seem pathetic; Rape's, scandals, & molestation as a fetish..
Feeling tensed & neglected, so you reduce it with a heroin injection..
Deaths from hoods that you reppin'...it's hectic, but u try to solve 'em..
While its considered common to die from violence than a medical problem..
They don't care that you've fallen..ghetto ran by street communists..
Getting crack, methane, E, & Mary..the demons from the street pharmacists...
They dominant..& in careers, most putting up a tangible fight..
Protesting everything from abortion to Animal Rights..
We an animal in our own mind..clawing our way out of a cage..
But still forced back & tamed..still living life as a slave..
It's like being silent, but in rage...shy, but in pain...
No pride in being saved, so you write what's right on your page..
In this day in age, there's enough change to bring jealousy to a Token..
More chaos, struggle, and order together in a quilt that is woven..
Memories, tragedies, emotions interwined in every color..
Keeping you warm, while in hopes that we'll once unite as Brothers..
Passed down in generations, we add on with a fresh cloth...
Synthetic fibers perfected in hopes to treasure the loss...
Infections, plagues, deceptions, and traps stain it throughout the years..
The shame, the thought of this clout causing doubt and tears..
But we are forced to deal with it...nature & nurture perfectly fits..
As our everyday life is held together...perfectly stitched..