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Bad representation
Too many mentors
who flock but don't sheep
too many teachers
too many excuses
like tools they're useless
ghetto Ebonics slang
give me a gun or duck down
cause I haven't been taught to fight with my hands
too many babies and not enough foods
plated open for ill intentions
like teach a poor eye to see still its riveting that every body has a chalk line
poverty wont let me be great like 9.50 cents
just to overhype
if it don't make dollars it don't make sense
too many
I'll let you perform
like asking with no pen in my side like a scorn
too many kisses and not many hugs
too many fathers hated when they are really love
I stand on this American flag
demanding better!
we don't need your bad representation
telling me have patience
while you eat I starve weeping for a tear
wishing upon no star
you fool us all
and demand we ride or die
while you celebrate
your
BAD INTENTION

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