Digitally strangled youth: credit market crash IPO reduced;

A King Don depleted; involuntary dependent & spiritually fed no truth.

I think about my son, the sun; shining on the lost ones who never grew;

Fem laPeter Pans; A. Bassett; ‘Who Grew Up & Never Lost Her Groove?’.

I think of the One i wed;

Ones with babies but no boo; living lone lives having only sung the blues.

Think of all the shades; the dark historical Jews;

Blind to almost all, except to save a few.

En chroma glasses help white folk ‘See these bright red balloons!’;

Blow surplus finances to stimuli the goons;

Jet black cloaks strategize lock up the crews;

Lock up the Bloods; don’t stop; lock up the Snoops.

Color blue deputize organize lynching of hues.

I think of the congrats from the old, the pops & pats 4 managing the straps only pulled up by a few.

I lacked training from the state; Idle i sit & wait; Awoke.

Zi on the horn; Dre beats; Usher dance through Pearly Gates.

I’m a simple man; former black now known as Negro;

Three a-di-da strips; whips up on my back;

I’ze be in the field baking that slave dough.

No Joke.