Youth - by Shabakla Lazimba
The youth, is why the elders weep
The mountain needed to be climbed is so steep
They cant run, cant hide, so they stride and
unconsciously abide, the wicked pride
So put it aside, lets reside to walk in the footsteps
Of those who strived, and stayed alive, through all the
Jive, and trickery, causin all the bickery
Attitudes of a false history
See, the truth is not a mystery, but its cold, bold and blistery
So tears fall from the eyes’
of those who see the prize,
Drops of happiness and sadness,
All the youth in this should grab this
Once it happens its like magic
Better yet like automatic
Respect for the masses, should be taught in all the classes
In every grade that passes, we need this water for our grasses
In every generation for all’s emancipation,
Love, respect and equalization, is the main education
Visualization of a nation with that realization
Ooooh weee, how beautiful to be --------
In a world where her is just as he, they have and
So do we,
To live is just to be -------,,