A Rap

 

January 2. 2018

By Maia Koryn Jackson

 

This is just so the whole world sees

That the system’s a screwed up fallacy 

And they’re rallying in brutality and complacency 

Spirituality now an analogy, lost 

Tossed to this “reality” 

Based on a salary and materiality 

Neutrality strays from morality, we’re loosing our vitality 

Sucked into virtual reality and you just stand there.

There’s a world where life ain’t so bad 

And I think it’s sad people ticktocking away 

Cuz not a day goes by where I don’t try to stand up

For my beliefs, to light up the world with my words and watch it blow up 

Maybe I have naive written on my sleeve 

But I really do believe there’s a plan to perceive

Achieve what the Lord says is the only hope to succeed 

Greed and deceit are a guaranteed defeat 

Since I was thirteen I knew what I had to do 

Spit and chew and hock up something new

Since everybody’s got the same world view 

Thinkin they’re so original, it’s askew, they’re not 

Pink hair, piercings, I’m sick of the lot,

It doesn’t make up for lack of creativity

And glasses don’t make you smarter than me

The exterior images we profess 

Make the development of true character an excess

As MLK confessed: let the content of our character be what we judge

It’s all a monstrosity

The same cycle recycling back from when I was biking 

Back in LB, watching the same shit go down

Same sound same blinders same silicone face 

There’s a world out there you ought to see

Just to breathe, not yoga, just to really be

Be a being again, a person loose, care free

Feel the wind in your face as you run past the rat race

A change of place, pace, some grace and worth

In our words, standing sure, to unearth our humanity 

Rekindle our sanity and realize our demise lies in 

All the kids left alone, orphanages, schools,

Parents who don’t come home

We’re crying out our eyes while corporations focus on 

Pint-sized fries and cutting corners on the burger franchise 

If you asked me I’d tell you it’s all the same, 

The pharmaceuticals to doctors, it’s a capitalist game

While media focuses on fame, coral reefs are bleeding

The ocean’s heaving, extinction’s weaving Reaper tales  

Feeding the factories, unnatural contusion 

Nature weeded out with production pollution

From child labor or ten peso days, 

Looking for a buck to survive the constant buy-throwout 

Consumerist drive 

While you sit comfortably and contrive 

Monologues, I listen in cafes and streets and on the block,

Spitting smack and yak yak yak egotistical talk 

Let’s try hearing for once, and offering a hand

Life’s short let’s live it and feel it, it’s grand 

I’m not insensitive or ignorant, I understand where you come from

And that’s still no justification for degradation

Refusing responsibilities to cater to the blank or the music industry

Like spitting raps with curses, just worsens the level of literacy 

And its idiocy to live in negativity

There’s no excuse so don’t generate em

I won’t negate giving it to you straight 

And while we’re at it let’s not abbreviate 

Every word we know, instead of E TV let’s try a dictionary 

And I like whatcha did Em, I really do

But I believe the way to revolutionize

Touch on the stigmatized to the everyone’s despise

Arising controversy, not commodity 

Is to spit positivity 

I believe in a greater way to be

Maybe if school would let kids be

We’d develop a more passionate society

Yet they bog us down with employee lessons

Dumbing us down and giving us all a crown 

I miss want and reward, stop cutting us down

And narrowing life into four choices 

Choking out our individual voices 

Cookie cutter clean and starch uniform

We weren’t taught learning is to conform 

Vetting us against each other even after the bell ring

And when the world accepts everything 

There’s no standard, kids are simply slandered

In the store, school, sports, home, repeat

Taught to cheat beat make your bed real neat just to get a C

That’s average, you’re average, and your parents should be satisfied. 

Meanwhile you should be gratified you get to go to prison,

It was actually 1453, but they say just shut up and listen.

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