Wind the spiritual chain of self-defeat around the necks of the disenfranchised.
Lock minds up in delusion.
Weave a glamour of dreams so strong, youth believe.
Why learn to read or do math when you have a chance to grow up
to be a slam dunk rap music super-star. Thisprison more efficient than any oppressor could ever construct.
It is the reality of ghetto glamour.
"Are you going to be a rapper or a convict?"
The cold hard metal of jail cell slamming becomes the only rhythm of rap most grow up to hear.

Quote by slam poet, Davu Ayomi, 2001 Rustbelt Regional Poetry Slam Champion

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