Boss bitch's blog: "i am who i am"

i weep

As i stroll through this grave yard of lost dreams
 i weep 
i watch our people workin for their new master and cant help myself 
i listen to the silent cries of our children as they cry out for deliverance 
there is no one to listen for there mothers are in welfare offices or to young to know
 and daddys on the corner 
where are the Rosa Parks and Martian Luther Kings to save our torn souls 
at this point id take a Malcolm X at least he fought for something real
 i weep 
for all we lost and continue to loose 
for lives given up for This existance 
men and women fought to give us the very breath we breathe 
our right to walk through a world free 
i shutter to think what our forefathers are thinking as they stare into this barren wasteland we call life
 i weep
kids havin kids 
slavin for some rock that gives you brief taste of what was all ready won 
freedom 
we wouldnt know freedom if it walked up and knocked us in the face 
but we know how to make a quick buck 
how to spread our legs for that nigga who aint yo husband 
so we can collect that first months check 
where has all that pride and spirit that made our people who they are
brought us to where we are 
ill tell you where buried here in this grave yard of lost dreams and hope that is the getto