by Incarcerated Flavors

Is it because of my dread you dread to see me. Or is it the felony I committed and was so heart broken. I’m grown and the past is the blast that brought forth this impeccable creation. This nation is racing to a promise of the dream, while we dreaming they are sceaming, fire-breathing on our suffering education system. I miss them hard-working teachers that was trying to reach us, who knew what our struggle really was and the high of our plight. Now our youth are up against a major fight without the light to see the truth, so they shoot their guns off the roof seeking for truth. Gang banging cocaine slinging, grave site dug and cell doors slammed.

Why we teach and keep our people illiterate?