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The Nation's Ink
I remember in the church preachers was teaching about the truth
I remember when people praised God and they meant it.
I remember when we sang helms we felt the melody.
Some preachers are quick to sell a fantasy but not reality.
Some preachers are quick to get a buck than desire to serve.
People are closing their ears and screaming.
Hearts stop beating because we stop believing.
I remember when fathers treat responsibility to his family like a Grammy.
I remember fathers leadership gave his family hope through tragedies.
I remember fathers were the rock and God was always the center piece.
Women are both parenting positions.
Some young men don't have male role models.
Thugs are being the vision.
Policies are being the teachers;
While jails are being the education.
I remember women treat their bodies like a temple.
I remember women clothes had respect.
I remember women carried theirselves as a queen.
I remember women love was a treasure.
I remember women beauty had purpose.
Short skits are being the symbols.
Being independent is the new motto.
Focusing on outer beauty than inner beauty is the reason Because emptiness is in this season.
I remember the elderly spoke wisdom and told story's to the kids.
After kids heard them change start to begin.
I remember the community was united.
I remember when situations happen we fought for our rights.
We are selfish.
We are slaves to the green.
Some people are quick to give their souls for a little fame.
We wonder why the youth is not tame.
I remember Hip Hop had meaning.
I remember after the beat people desire to engage the nation.
Hip Hop have no light.
Now It's only bass and The four amigos: money, cars, clothes and sex.
I remember America was base on life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
The nation is blind and trying to see the future.
I remember Dr. King wrote these lyrics and called it a dream.
The generation is in a nightmare and we call it peace.
I remember when we was so filled with hope.
We are filled with unknown destinations.
I remember when love was the nation's ink.
I remember " In God we trust " was the nation's heartbeat.
I remember a dream was the nation's vision.
Stereotyping is the bullet that kills the youth identity.
Money is the new Bill of Rights.
While the Pursuit of Happiness has relinquish the equality to the Nation's conscience. By: Milton Styner Jr.
I love this poem..it's beautiful...Nice piece Styner