Enslaved by the ones that we praise
Children are sent though a maze
but we keep looking pass it
and letting the masters tell us it is a faze
Children are sent to learn from outdated materials
that brings future complications
so they would not have any innovation
to create outstanding redevelopment of the present plantation
Slowly the inner city’s intellects
are moving collectively in the right direction
But when they leave
the masters captivates their mind
and suddenly the few does not want to rewind
So to please their masters
they run fast
from the past
and they leave their community like a cocaine blast.
Enslaved
