Over Expose - One Self

If you chose not to over expose

You would know that TV freezes souls

If you chose not to rip off them clothes

You would know life is not like those videos

I reflect upon this time, when you and I have crossed the line

Not knowing the power of the mind, is far greater than a cute behind

When the musically inclined, no longer educate young minds

They lack of spine, and undermine the feeling to intertwine

That’s why queens act like hoes, in overexposed clothes

Forgot their sense of self awareness like those in videos

How come your little sister knows, how to shake hers fast?

You find it disappointing, she does not know at what she laughs

Measure the path, see how many now erode their own progress

Each generation emerges with less worth from their birth to regress

When it goes away, it returns, this expose of the human flesh

Each time is worse than at first, with even more willing to digest

Infiltration of my community by way of breaking down the youth

Whether or not they are young at heart, still that remains no excuse

So, now we’re blinded or do we choose to no longer see?

The beautiful rare flower that grew from my concrete

If you chose not to over expose

You would know that TV freezes souls

If you chose not to rip off them clothes

You would know life is not like those videos

Mentally and physically

Essentially it’s meant to be

Prophetically evidently, faith strengthening

Me and my friends see the trends and ignore

The almighty corporate whore

The more the merrier the more

Gives way as the fabric is ripped and torn

Entertainment Television is it more?

Than just hardcore porn?

Keeping up with the masses by, selling my women’s nakedness, oh why

The fact is, they don’t need vision of my, flesh to find me attractive, right

As an actress on some dirty mattress each day her worth is cheaper

She takes pride in the genocide while the children grow weaker

Blasting through the speakers, my words just got deeper

Blasting through the speakers, your words just got weaker

So find the fight against each other in publicised places

Blows that flow back and forth that verbally show self-hatred

Debate is a lost cause it continually seems

When hiphop videos contain of only one fully dressed MC

And then Tits ass tits ass tits ass all over the TV screen

And I can NO longer see

The flower that grew from my concrete