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This
so called Life...
With the
future right smack in front of me
the time is now to take stock of this so called life
the things I've seen, the places I've been
to understand and come to terms with my shortcomings
by that same token, taking note for whatever it's worth
I've been a good human being
these days just saying that doesn't seem to mean much of anything
the need to go beyond the bounds of acceptable behavior
feeds our society and it's the ones who deviate from the norm
from what we know to be decent and true
these are the faces splashed across the evening news
these are the people hawking their wares on the tube
as I sit back taking it all in, what is wrong with this picture
I ask myself is this the best we can do
when we have the capacity to do so much more
we disrespect our women beat them down with our fists and words
there goes another man calling his sister bitch, slut & whore
this is what we've come to when freedom of expression
crosses the boundaries of good taste,
when creative minds take the easy way out & sell the hell out
whatever happened to lyrics that seduced your mind
took you away even if it was for a moment in time
when you heard that familiar melody coming from the radio
you stopped and listened because you knew what they were saying
you've lived that song, you've said those words
and I know things have changed,
we've come a long way some would say it's for the worse
my ears burn and I'm embarrassed by the things I've heard
kids barely able to speak a sentence, but ask them the lyrics
to the latest song and they can recite it verbatim
even today as a young adult the thought of using profanity
when there's an adult in the vicinity is something I would never do
but without a second thought to who's around
foul language spew from our children's mouths
tell me when did nigga become a term of endearment
tell me when did children lose respect for authority
when did we begin to lose our humanity
the signs are all around us of a society in chaos and decay
with the foundation of the home quickly eroding
with morality now just an afterthought ,
tell where are we heading?
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