I’m inflamed by
This shallow, sadistic, sickenin’
Ritalin needing, hyper- active
Media-based society
Getting mad, can’t stand
This set-up and
The fire
We….
Cast ourselves into
On a consistent basis
It’s like we’re casing
Our own homes when we
Disown our ability
To absorb information
Some of us are disgracin’
Our ancestors
Who worked hard so we could read
People check the Internet and their blackberries
Like its air they need to breathe
It’s said if you want to keep
A person ignorant
Contain your information in a book
People don’t want to read
All they want to do is just look
Cat’s have shook nations
Through literary devices
Imagery, synecdoche personified in writing
You see this generation
Wants to see pictures and be entertained
Impressing the images from videos,
Internet and porn
Until it’s stuck in their brains
Retained the information
But can’t soak up academic courses
People running around confused
Can’t seem to make the right choices
Try to get people to read
So you place your information on the net
Post a couple pictures and videos
Just to get their palettes whet
Could you take a second
And leverage your intellect?
With reading something that’s
More than gossip or things that dilute
Consciousness?
Cause in the moment
You’re growing
And what you watch or read is how you’ll connect
And if it’s shallow and simple
That’s exactly what you’ll reflect
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Ever see someone pull up to a cashier in a grocery aisle
Cart stacked up high like food was going out of style?
Or maybe you were waiting at a fast food restaurant
Person ahead of you took forever cause they wanted to order up the chart
Could’ve even happened while you were strolling in the mall
Somebody couldn’t foot the bill
You could tell cause they were off the wall
Fussing and cussing, saying the cashier must’ve made a mistake
No need for drama, save it for your mama, you knew the truth that would await
You just tried to gamble to see if you could handle,
One more purchase on your card
Now you have to perform,
In the midst of this storm
Because being embarrassed is hard
Now not everyone
Who pulls this stunt
Starts to scream and shout
Some of us mumble, our performance is subtle
We just say
“I got money in my account”
Shake your head
Walk away
Everyone knows the truth
Cause they’ve done it before
Will do it some more
As long as you have no proof
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