2 Cents

i a victim of a system that once lynched men,
and that wasn't so way back when, so tell me why the fuck i should pretend,
that society doesn't judge the hue of my skin,
ignoring the qualities that i posses within,
then label me as poor for my lack of money to spend,due to that i can only afford to lend, you my two cents, while i struggle to find true sense,until the day the grass is greener on my side of the fence,i carry on with the pride of a lion as my defense,pardon if i remain tense,but my sixth sense,is telling to remain aware,like the old wise owls stair,because soon the shit will hit the fan i can already smell it in the air......