freestyle friday (a cold one)

looked around
and saw very few innovators
a few malcolm wannabes, panther imitators
a bunch of "i marched with king" type preacher players
struggle leachers, ole outdated teaching sayers
my generation offered up a hip hop mayor
i saw very little change, just a lot of gators
dead strippers and a shiny red Navigator
a sex scandal via two-way Sky pager
my people staring at the dark night sky scared
developing patella tendonitis saying prayers
"amazing grace" is
how sweet, i dunno
i just hear it being low hummed from black faces
unemployment lines long, employers cut wages
street crews form and prosper, they pack gages
white rock is the cash crop
sell it and you get caught
state cases lead to over packed cages
as for me, i'm a corporate cotton picking nikka
too much sense to run up in a bank and pull a trigger
too much love to sell out with thoughts of getting richer
i'm bonafide, i'd never euthanize my black pride
so what i do is work a 9 to 5
i politic with the real, and drop squad those out their mind
land lines are like land mines, i tell no lies
i'm Loch Ness-like, hiding out from f.b. eyes
keep your soul on ice, the enemy's slick
ask Pac, tell Barack to get a vest quick
the world is cursed, even though i'm blessed i feel hexed
i call my crew, get some brews, and i quench my thirst
i kinda feel numb
so i sip suds and build with my friends at the crib as we blast drums
no pills, no crack
none of that son
just an elevated mind
and a cold one