Music Cage

Music is a reflection of the times.
So being a rhythmic people
With a steady beat in our minds
We tend to blend in
With our people’s current rhymes.
We vibe to the beat
And on the dance floor we shine.
The world is our stage,
And the attention is MINE!
But search a little deeper
And there you will find
Our stage has become a cage
To which we are blind.
And the government doesn’t mind.
They’ve been trying to cage us
For a long time!
Just cuz our rhythm is contagious
To their youth’s minds.
So they’ve enraged us with hate crimes,
Killed Malcolm, Martin, and the innocent
While hiding behind sheets!
So they are ghosts to me!
But they’re winning cuz we fail to see
That they are still supplying drugs to the streets
In a pack of plastic called CDs.
Even I love to jam it
Cuz I’m trapped in the beats.
Our beat is creative
And our dance is persuasive
So our monotony is a sedative
And we fall asleep.
Sleep walkin, sleep talkin, STREET talkin,
Characteristics our ancestors never wanted to see.
So as long as our people
Are killin each other in the streets,
Sleep talkin over beats,
Convertin our women to meat,
Throwin away an education,
Killin all hope for a future nation,
We’ll just dance in this cage
Like a bunch of MONKEYS!