Wind the spiritual
chain of self-defeat around the necks of the disenfranchised.
Lock minds up in delusion.
Weave a glamour of dreams so strong, youth believe.
Why learn to read or do math when you have a chance to grow up
to be a slam dunk rap
music super-star. Thisprison
more efficient than any oppressor
could ever construct.
It is the reality of ghetto glamour
"Are you going to be a rapper or a convict?"
The cold hard metal of jail
cell slamming becomes the only rhythm of rap most grow up to hear.
Quote by slam poet, Davu Ayomi
, 2001 Rustbelt Regional Poetry Slam Champion