D.O.I.'s Neologisms: Rhymes that didn't make it to the Neologism Project, but somehow, I still have the lyrics for:65,000, over 50 percent.
1 trillion dollars that we have spent.
A system started to shred us into pieces.
Our moral fabric exponentially decreases.
Take a look in the cells, it’s disproportionate
That I’ve escaped their wrath is quite fortunate.
The judges have been bribed to give sentences untrue.
But to my brothers, it’s just déjà vu.
Hard times fall on project windows.
In the world of drugs they have to fiddle.
I don’t support the joining of the crack game.
Yet, it’s the only method for them to gain.
Monetary funds to pay to universities.
Looking down the cell blocks, I see no diversity.
One could say the Rockefeller Drug Laws
Were as biased to our people as the grandfather clause.
Panic! This kid walking down the thoroughfare.
His burden forced him to stop and stare
At sirens, blue and red, a baton to his head.
Down to the station, he is good as dead.
Yes, he was guilty, but did he have an option?
Eviction soon, so he makes this concoction.
No story he gives them will make these people listen.
Now he’s a member of the New York Prison System.
Human rights are gone, even the right to vote.
Blood gushes from his lips, as no words he spoke.
Just an hour outside, but still no daylight.
He can no longer read, so for justice, he can’t fight.
Synonymous with most men in big cities.
Ecstasy, cocaine, winds with drugs thrifty
Just find their path to young minorities.
To our government, they give their authority.
Don’t get me wrong, but this is not an opinion.
If we’re not dodging bullets, life’s game we’re not winnin’.
Will it ever change? Not for this nature.
These prisons are crowded, and still will be later.
Unfinished, these jail bars complete.
Men forget their bind, but many suffer defeat.
When every day, an apartment suffers a raid
Tell me, when will my people be saved?
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