Do better, black people

I am a nurse by profession,
but a poet by birthright.
I write to right wrongs,
slaughter injustice from within.
My choice of weapon
is a few sheets paper and my pen
I paralyze you with my voice,
sedate you with speech,
murder you with my words,
it's all the same to me.
If you get the message.
I tell stories. The history of pain
the tragedies of our ancestors
now present themselves again,
but this time they're not using whips and chains,
they're hip to the game
They're now using our own outlet to penetrate and corrupt our brains.
"Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip hop.
B*tchez, rub your tits if you love Big Poppa. Gotcha"
gotcha singin along and grabbin your crotch
and
now we're forgettin'
the Civil Rights sit-ins,
Rosa, Malcolm, Medgar, and Martin
and all they sacrificed so we'd never be called "nigga" again.
But now? A "nigga" is not what I call my slave.
He's what I call my friend
And maybe they're one and the same,
I mean it's all the same to them.
Everybody wanna be a thug, slang rock n get rich quick.
Sacrifice our education to be a first round draft pick.
again we're pawns in their game
trying to acquire instant fame,
get to a place where "everybody knows your name".
And just as quickly as they learn it.
Oh, how quickly they forget.
Because the minute u make a mistake ur stock aint worth sh*t!
It's interesting how he holds a few dog fights, and they convict Vick
but murder a little black child and nobody gives a shit.
Are our lives not worth more than dogs?
Aiyana Stanley Jones you are remembered
Nicholas Heyward Jr., you are remembered.
Emmett Till you are remembered.
Black boy lost, you are found.
Black girl lost, you are found!
You've never been a "bitch", don't let them tear you down.
"Money, cars, clothes, n hoes.. I suppose"
I suppose it's all they know
but I guess that's what they chose.
The plight of the black man.. superimposed

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