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Juan Santos

So I stumbled upon this and decided to post it up. Apparently it’s a J. Cole inspired piece of writing, along with some Kendrick Lamar and classical hip hop examples. Inspired from situations and things revolving around that element. 

“Before I’m gone, I wish to express the weight on my chest.

I wish to speak about my past, my present, and future.

I’ll elaborate with divine detail everything about my double-edged existence.

A deep breath, inhale…

Now let’s begin.

I’ve lived a life filled with pain and hope,

I’m both blessed and cursed;

I’ve been both the life of the world to the butt of a cosmic joke.

I’m a victim of my environments and a fittest survivor of many a horror stories,

Yet I’m still a victim of racism and I’m rarely paid my worth.

My academic value is that of a past generation,

What I’m trying to say is that I’m a product of hard times

And though I’m busting my ass to get by,

I’m tired of struggling to merely survive.

I work an 8 to 12 schedule on the daily

And I mean well into the next morning,

By the time I get home I can barely keep conscious but my issues persist vigorously.

Every other day I hear stories about the ninety-nine percent,

But to me all this movement seems to be full of shit

It’s taken us tons of money to fill our clips and bust back at all these terrorists,

When most of our streets are like New Orleans,

We should have invested that cash into our economy,

It’s barely safe in America and we’re being terrorized by television studios.

This epiphany has got me me wanting to get guns to slam clips and unload at America televised news.

To me it’s like ninety-seven percent prefer to live optimistic,

I don’t believe in optimism – it’s just another form of false hope.

In this life of endless sacrifice I refuse to believe compromise to ever be an option,

But I bet the moment the government makes a promise

The protestors will be right back in the same position with only a moment of bliss.

Another fuckin’ compromise.

I get by on a pack of dirty smokes,

Some doobies to the head and the rare release of some real hip hop tunes.

I scream fuck the police when I’m joking,

If I were to speak seriously I’d say that I don’t believe in law enforcement,

Wait until you get kicked off that section 8 and find yourself feasted on by the IRS.

I’ve seen it all

From dirt poor earnest humans creating resolves to sell dope to the community,

To children buying rocks and buying into gangster bullshit,

To the medium in other communities give it up to all the wrong people,

They find themselves pregnant with a constant reminder of their fuck ups.

I’ve seen the good turn bad;

There’s no such thing as good or bad in this world,

Just what are you willing to do to get the hell by.

We’re so fuckin’ gullible as a community that we allow these mortgage monsters to run rampant

And push us into positions where we can’t feed our children,

To making you realize that this world isn’t as fair as it truly seemed

From the lies fed to us at school,

Teachers are false prophets telling you that there isn’t anything you can’t be,

Look at your life now and realize that it’s half their fault for filling you with inevitable expectations

To you not pushing yourself beyond the herd but instead adopting false expectations.

They say that we’re judged by the company we keep,

My company is honest but only to me,

We’re thieves and murderers,

Gangbangers and crack dealers.

Some call us bad and others call us bitches.

We rather talk shit out than try to attack with pistols,

Hear our words when we speak about our situation,

We’re academically capable and we’ve grown up on these streets,

And so you know, your buildings are made by the company we keep.

The illegal immigrants that are happily exposed for cheap labor,

You think the situation with China is bad and try to judge Apple,

When you’re well aware a few pennies worth their of work is similar to the few dollars that we make.

The difference between living situations is that they’ve accepted their life as slaves,

We’ve got the nice sugar coating on our spoonful of Governmental bullshit that makes us believe that we’re better off.

Tell me if I’m lying, were the 99% serious about revolution and change

Just cease labor today and the world would stop spinning.

Bet that sort of reaction would be rewarded with positive action.

Uncle Sam and Sally are the biggest hustlers,

But I can understand since I’ve had to assault to rob honest people to pay my rent.

And to the phony idiots now singing songs of freedom,

Putting the latest Kendrick Lamar and J. Cole quote you heard on your social network wall,

I bet if they’d approach you before they became the artist that they are today

You’d have thought them just some other niggers.

No, not nigga – yes I said niggers.

You probably wouldn’t have paid any of them a piece of mind,

You’d probably do the same to Pac and Immortal Technique,

Brother Ali, NAS and the fuckin’ King of Pop.

And it’s because of these greats that I can even believe in hip hop today,

I’d sling shot a Whizard Kalifornia album into the pits of hell.

Speaking of hell, to all you fake Christians condemning the gay community to hell,

When was it in your right to judge anybody in the name of God?

Pushing your beliefs onto the community’s got me sympathizing with most atheist.

Keep the Lord’s prophecies out of your mouth,

We’re living in the here and now,

Don’t even call the gay community homosexuals,

Acknowledge that they’re all human.

After all, you are, too.

Can’t you tell that we’re already going through hell?

It’s ironic because the majority of Jehovah’s witnesses fear the concept of hell.

If you’re really a man of the cloth

You’d know to have no fear with the exception of the power of God.

You go to church and paint your facades on before walkin’ through the chapel doors,

After proving yourselves to be horrible human beings

Beg for forgiveness.

Shit, if I were God, I’d condemn you to hell myself.

I can only pray for your realization that you’re not in the right,

We’re all in some way in the wrong.

None of this shit matters in the end at all

‘Cause at the end of the day, we’re getting away with it all messed up.”

- Juan Santos

Some of the realist shit I’ve ever read.