The Media

The media,

Oh how you deceive

Research all that pleases,

And use it to capture the species,

In whose hearts lie the illest diseases,

The media,

How you oppress and objectify women,

As if flesh is all they are,

That's what we've seen,

Imagine behind the scenes,

And how young girls dream,

Being in her feet,

The media,

How you fool us with cliches like aim for the sky,

You can make it if you really try,

But only if they could see,

The kid from broken family,

With an ambition to be,

Like mr made it from the slums to the TV,

Now C-E-Oh!,Doing what?

Selling drugs,

Bussin' guns,

Silly dances,

Poppin' champs,

You can't be sued cause its in the name,

Of entertainment,

And personal responsibility comes into play,

Get it play,

Its a game they play but behind it is hard work,

Selling your soul may be involved,

Are you still down for it?

Behind the scenes,

You're owned like a slave or commodity,

The media,

You were the word of the street,

But you plus government,

Equals encouragement,

To push it plus weed, crack all drugs on the street.

Mowliid Ahmed

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