Over Expose

If you chose not to over expose
You would know that TV freezes souls
If you chose not to rip off them clothes
You would know life is not like those videos

I reflect upon this time, when you and I have crossed the line
Not knowing the power of the mind, is far greater than a cute behind
When the musically inclined, no longer educate young minds
They lack of spine, and undermine the feeling to intertwine
That’s why queens act like hoes, in overexposed clothes
Forgot their sense of self awareness like those in videos
How come your little sister knows, how to shake hers fast?
You find it disappointing, she does not know at what she laughs
Measure the path, see how many now erode their own progress
Each generation emerges with less worth from their birth to regress
When it goes away, it returns, this expose of the human flesh
Each time is worse than at first, with even more willing to digest
Infiltration of my community by way of breaking down the youth
Whether or not they are young at heart, still that remains no excuse
So, now we're blinded or do we choose to no longer see?
The beautiful rare flower that grew from my concrete

If you chose not to over expose
You would know that TV freezes souls
If you chose not to rip off them clothes
You would know life is not like those videos

Mentally and physically
Essentially it's meant to be
Prophetically evidently, faith strengthening
Me and my friends see the trends and ignore
The almighty corporate whore
The more the merrier the more
Gives way as the fabric is ripped and torn
Entertainment Television is it more?
Than just hardcore porn?
Keeping up with the masses by, selling my women's nakedness, oh why
The fact is, they don't need vision of my, flesh to find me attractive, right
As an actress on some dirty mattress each day her worth is cheaper
She takes pride in the genocide while the children grow weaker
Blasting through the speakers, my words just got deeper
Blasting through the speakers, your words just got weaker
So find the fight against each other in publicised places
Blows that flow back and forth that verbally show self-hatred
Debate is a lost cause it continually seems
When hiphop videos contain of only one fully dressed MC
And then Tits ass tits ass tits ass all over the TV screen
And I can NO longer see
The flower that grew from my concrete