Mental Chains Poem by Ozie James

these chains that weigh heavy on the brain,
programmed threw programs like this is a game,
birthed to think in the American way,
to get your peice of American pie,
thats what alot of Americans say,
Am i not American thats what you say,
birthed in this land but dont think that way,
bleached with bull you know what I mean,
programming minds like a movie scene,
but Im just scratching the surface alot deeper than it seems,
like oceans blue and imerald green.
like crazy coat checks fits the description of usual suspects,
called stereo type or coded agendas preped for your life,
then why do why go if its all predetermined why dont we know,
secret societys behind dark glasses create illusions for the masses,
while historys wiped away like a stain,
making it hard to break these chains.