VICTIMS.
We all fall victims
Victimized by our culture, passed on by our ancestors,
All through from generation to generation,
Throughout the nations,
Blinded by the culture,
Failure to search for new pastures,
Never do we listen to our pastors,
Better yet neither do our fathers,
Fuelling a cry from our mothers,
God bless their souls
B4 their voices is raptured.
By assimilation we were captured
Resulting to degeneration of our culture
Little do we now culture our nature,
Nurture it to maturity
But our culture is eroded when premature.
Through this line, verse and chapter
In your book I’ll be in the first page,
Together we will be caged
To seek and understand y the caged bird sings.
The caged bird, you won’t hear it stink
Your vision is blurred,
Your eardrums is ruptured,
Your nostrils clogged,
Thus, common sense is not common
Come on,
Ignorance was never the best bliss
Never the best there is
And passion of the music to you is a miss.