22 September 2005

Warning Of A Sellout

I am an idiot, too lazy to think twice
I point the finger, and I can't take my own advice.
I put a name on something and ever since,
I've made an art of building my counterfeit intelligence.

Seemingly to me,
I am straightening a world of cluttered thoughts
and a debris inside my head,
but I think instead of prejudiced
and I give people names to make me feel safe.

I am an idiot, too lazy to think twice
I point the finger, and I can't take my own advice.
I put a name on something and ever since,
I've made an art of building my counterfeit intelligence.

What is economic status, and tell me what is race?
who decides to Classified taxonomy of grace?
If one man gets less that another is it true,
that he is all that different,
that he is less than you?

2 comments:

Bonnie said...

O wow... Thats really good... the rhyming is perfect!...as a poem I am so proud of you... for the content... You'll have to explain. ttyl. LYL!

Unknown said...

I'm sorry for deceiving you, but I didn't write that. I adjusted it from a song called Milestone by FIF. I wish I coudl write that good.