Intellectual Army

We bring others into the world to say we've accomplished.
Ten fingers and ten toes, unaware of the sorrows never to be abolished.

Influences from days of birth reign relevant until not.
Thrown into the fire, left to boil without a pot.

Those older, supposedly wiser, seek guidance from above.
Those younger, innocent in the mind, know nothing but unconditional love.

Without knowledge of HATE, HATE does not exist.
Words keep flowing as long as intelligence persist.

The often-glorified college is nothing but High School with dorms
Infested with young minds straying away from social norms

While conforming might be adolescent Kryptonite
Every dorm room on every floor reeks of sex and beer tonight.

We might think we're so different, yet we're remarkably the same
We've all payed the same entrance fee, now we're just waiting for the start of the game

GIVE US FOUR YEARS OF YOUR LIFE, at the end you get a diploma in a frame
"DO I GET A JOB?" the college kid ask

Silly member of the Intellectual Army, you must be INSANE

THE MISEDUCATION OF a 90s NEGRO

Like the rope that broke the neck of the nigger-father-son-brother in Mississippi, WE will not be broken.

Like reality was still here, the truth will be spoken.

Like the seat that housed the buttocks of the tired Rosa Parks, WE will soon be warm.
Like the mother tangled in fear protecting her newborn son, WE will not be harmed

Like the father working nights, WE are not just another dead-beat-dad statistic
Like materialistic-fiends, we will thrive for retail logistics.

Though we loss the chains and name [NIGGER], the pain still remains.
Constantly being drenched in bleach, then being ridiculed for being permanently stained.

But like a disobedient dog, we will not be trained.
Why?
Because this 90s negro was under the impression that we were all born the same.