WITH POLICE BRUTALITY ON MY MIND

WITH POLICE BRUTALITY ON MY MIND.

For a while I held a job where I could see you more often and in that job (boy it was a good one) I had a glassed in office where you could come in and I review your criminal background see if you had a drug problem and get you in a program where I could channel you some help. I did that and I was proud of you. Im not so proud when I see you with your pants all sagging and you walking looking so damn lost. I used to see you dressed better than my dreams. I stumbled fell scrapped my knees and while I was lost, I lost my dreams. But pride made me want to get my act together. I almost did and I passed my fortunes on to helping you. And I understand its hard to maintain. God knows I do. First the unskilled jobs we used to hold down went to China and other places we cant pronounce. Then police decided they would just as soon kill off those left unemployable.

Job application are jokes on line. On line schools are jokes too. Rip off academies for the poor and immobile. And the economy....whats that? CAPITALIST USED TO GENERATE JOBS NOW JOBS ARE THE POCKET CHANGE WALL STREET'ERS RATTLE TO MAKE HEADLINES. Who is the President talking to when he says job growth is climbing. Heck where is the ladder for you? Anyway, you need a hair cut. I used to like locks too but now they look foolish on you cause your pants are sagging and you smoke too much. And you need to stop going to church every time you get out of jail. Stop going to jail to find Jesus. I know its hard but if you don't believe in him, man up. Stop front-in just to please your mamma. Believe in yourself!!!!

I'm running out of time and you are running too. I hope I find myself and I hope I find you before its too late. For us all. Hey, by the way, stop rapping about killing 'niggas'. Rap about not being killed by each other, cops and the mess we are in. Hold your head up.

I'm lost and looking for my brothers.

I HAVE A SLEEPING DISORDER

I HAVE A SLEEPING DISORDER