Verse I wrote about being raised in a closed minded industrial area that has been passed by the post industrial era.

Stagnant:
I was born and sworn
in a stagnant place,
stuck in a rut
that was trappin a race,
a fragment of space,
were a factories waste,
has the world flyin by
a post industrial pace,
never seeing face to face
or from eye to eye,
never did embrace
the closed minds and lies,
we severed to embrace
the numbers of a line
and made it THROUGH times,
& crimes, that formed lives
better formulized
when our third eye opened.
seeing past plants
with the stacks all smokin,
hopin but chokin, provokin the token
gambling in slot machines thats all broken
spoken and focused, it like locust
swarm the hopeless, cannot choke us
quote us sense I-zaya-Essen-tial flavor
since the days of being neighbors.
till we raise to see saviors
spread the way
up and down the equator
years later, still greater
payed our dues but
not with thier wagers
cant contain us, tried to train us
inoculate our truths
but still contagous.