ASYLUM
a que martin
cleveland ohio
ASYLUM
Wit legalized poison killin us softly Illegal drugs are makin us off beat Floodin our streets, providin a way to eat If they are legal, then we all can compete N nobody’s a refugee, in a society That doesn’t want to be, but is so street As we complete the circle The cops are robbers n the government Can’t seem to solve shit The war on drugs is counterfeit Why not legislate, have a magistrate administrate A legal product, tax it n not incarcerate Rehabilitate the populace, we already participate At home we need asylum, from racism n political decisions That sends our folks to prison As crime n punishment, incarceration n abandonment In a climate of political unrest It’s a test against moral judgment About consumer able content, considerable since Lackin an education, moral persuasion Governmental collusion bout drugs n ruination The life we are faced wit, a lack of jobs n opportunity Lies that bring disillusionment, confusion bout the American Dream N schemes to get cream Green is the color of Money, Red is the color of blood What is the color of Love, Intellect n Respect Loyalty is a rope around ya neck From trickle down effect, to the drugs we get It’s a safe bet that the illegality Is what gets ya wet, on the black market Blacks are the target, obtained, contained Gettin here by ships, planes, trains n boats To keep the wolves from our throats What else are you gonna do to promote prosperity Than to sell drugs, we don’t swing from ropes But there’s still a knife at my throat n It aint gon be, its all she wrote As hope floats, success gropes, as Life chokes On the smoke of tobacco n drowns in alcohol As it steals ya Soul like the border patrol Task forces, DEA n all the alphabet sources Choices n strident voices talkin bout the losses n What it costs us, the war on drugs Who really are the thugs, behind the scenes In Brooks Brothers suits, CEO’s that recruits Pollutes, institutes the policy’s, wit no apologies It’s just the way of society, preachin sobriety While ya create the need, new junkies are Persuaded, created, paraded wit everybody doin their duty Bein the judge n jury, on a collision course wit malfeasance Settin the precedence when we forget that drugs aint legal yet But our citizens are drownin in it No Conscience bout maintainin a black market Targetin any n everybody Let’s bring our folks home n give them political asylum Instead of warehousin em, let’s solve this problem.
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