My work is a written orientation with few feelings evaded

for the sake of my sanity some feelings are not debated

They say ôhow can you have so much love, you don't seem elatedö

as if they know me inside and somehow they're related

It's safe to say when I found love I upgraded

that the ego in my heart got inflated

But see, the bones in some closets need to be excavated

because at the end of the day, I hope people were persuaded

to focus on the problem of why we are so degraded

when depicted, becoming the victims who willingly participated

The demeaning of our culture is being celebrated

The nation's ignorance is being congratulated

That may be why my soft side is gated

all along they told me my thoughts were outdated

They say it's no more power in the people, my words are wasted

in a generation where ignorance is not only bliss, but emulated.