Millennials

We’re the generation that hates waiting

Necessities include instant gratification 

Including bank statements 

Yet we still have no savings

Losing respect for older generations

They created hell on earth

Yet act like we’re Satanists

Sorry if we don’t give a fuck about religion

Caring means we’d have to pay attention

How when we can’t even pay tuition

Wishing that our parents listened

Visionaries but they can’t see our visions

A better world is our only mission

Feminism so our women don’t just work in kitchens

Wear old shit and call it vintage

Trying to get our legacies cemented

Trayvon and Sandra are our Emmitts

Always worried about our image

Afraid of love so we stray from committment

Life comes fast we can’t waste one minute

Don’t preach to us about patience

Just go back and read the first sentence. 

Blind Mass

 

I looked within myself and I haven’t been common sense

They try to tell me Jesus was white like I don’t have common sense

Built a fence of knowledge to block out the ignorance

So unless they aim for my brain the shots won’t penetrate my defense

But why do pastors treat the churches like addicts, huh?

Its like they’re the dealers and the congregation’s the customers

If the masses come together those on top would be under us

Their words force your mind to travel so get off their bus

Create your own routes and go wherever you wish to be

They say it’s the blind leading the blind but I disagree

I think the people haven’t realized they have to open their eyes to see

-Too Distinct the Poet

Unity

Along with Mike and trayvon They also killed Dionte Greene

But let me guess he don’t matter because he’s a faggot?

If you think that way your existence is tragic

Your being makes me saddened 

Cause you were hashtagging black lives matter

When Tamir’s situation happened

But you won’t march for Islan Nettles

Instead you take no action

The bible mentions love numerous times 

How often does it mention hating gays

You only translate the verses that way

You take away from it what you want 

For you it’s a sport to pick and play

You only enjoy religion because you treat it as a game

From all this black death who can tell me a female victim’s name?

Not many can and that’s really messed up

We pretend like our women aren’t the ones who blessed us

I mean, yeah sure, they test us

But that’s to make sure their kings are strong enough to fight the war

They go so hard for us but yet we as black men treat our queens as whores

My gentleman ask what about the ones who say “n*ggas ain’t sh*t”

Trust me sweetheart, I understand

You and your kings have grown apart

I’m sure a couple of us broke your heart

Give us at least one more chance

Wait for a true God to change your stance

Speak life into you, as your experiences are enhanced

I’m just saying we have to come together as a people

Christians, LGTBQ

Gods and goddesses 

Our culture needs you