Trapped

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It seems that blacks are running laps around a track
Instead of running down a straightway.
They fail to adapt
Some rap about their days in The Trap
Without realizing why they call it a trap.

Ink desecrates the bodies made by the Creator.
Money spent on what they’ll wear now rather than what they’ll eat later.
Accomplishments made for mama because dad was never around.
Generations cursed to circulate deteriorating ground

Since they expect different results, they’re defined as insane.
But do they run around that track because they’re locked inside by a chain?
Devoid of a key, they continue to run laps
Moving forward, but soon they’ll wander right back.





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