Dipped in sugar, laid in sweat, poured into the ink pen,
Drama keeps it wet.
Thirsty for a plot, bobbing to stop the bleed,
Head swinging left to right, to interpret what you read.
Three found dead, rocks on the scene.
Change the font, adjust the format.
Nope! Same old scene.
Script has been rewritten.
But the play stays the same.
Just because you on the set,
The game hasn’t changed!
No eraser on the tip.
No rubbers on your uhmm… feet.
Nine months later, new little treats.
Dressed real cute,
Let them watch you blow,
Your money, smoke circles and oh yeah, your neighbor, Joe.
Our children have turned to kids,
Baby goats with demonic souls.
Drinking from the ink of the rewritten rules.
Dressed in their best to cover the bruise.
History, a repeating chapter of book never read.
Grandma is leading the funeral cause, the preachers been dead.
No daddy, No mama, No spiritual truth.
Queen Bey and Kanye raise our youth!
Without a doubt, The New Child Abuse!