Brockton

[Verse 1: Nacirema]
Every girl wants a man who can handle her
Control her
Tame her
You ain't no zoo animal
Set yourself free
I'm only fifteen
Time to let Brockton free
A new world can be seen
In my eyes I see reality
Where did the old days go
When a cop was a hero
Not a racist
Or a segregationist
When 2Pac died he passed his message to me
Let the world live in harmony
Fight to defend
Do not instigate
Be the fisher not the bait
Am I good or bad, it'll depend
On who I'm talking to
At certain times it feels like
I hold the entire world on my shoulder
Feels like a painful boulder
I don’t care about the pain
Everyone wants to wail on me
The tears burn like acid rain
Doesn’t matter if you like men or women, gender is a label
You can have your own fantasy or fable
It doesn’t matter what you brought to the table
Whether you're a kid from the Sour Patch
Or a man on the fruity side mixed with the red Mike & Ike
No one should use demeaning terms like fag or dike
Watched my own uncle flat line without a spike
I'm supposed to never show fear cause I'm a man
But on the inside I can see my heart and mind on the run
Like they're Piglet
My stomach lives in a hole in the ground with a Diglet
I'm supposed to be the oldest in the litter
Supposed to hold my composure and set all the examples
Watch after them better than Vicky the Babysitter
I have to dish out wisdom in proportional samples
Reminisce back to the days when the world was a magical sphere
When we were all happy to be here
The time when we didn’t know that people could just up and disappear
No we are all so controlled by Society, the masked puppeteer
Feel the icy cold sweat of dread at your neck
No one dares to turn around
Sometimes accidents happen, that man next door just lost his retirement check
He was at the bank then a masked man yelled "Hit the deck"
Once the fuzz came he heard the bullets fly and the guns drop
He continued to lie down
In this human hunting ground
At the bullets' sound
Until Joe Kenda told him he can get off the ground
Late that night he had an emotionally charged mental breakdown

[Verse 2: Nacirema]
In this day in age
People use "gay" as an insult in rage
In the midst of flame wars online
No one sees the struggling souls that lie saying "I'm fine"
The are the best chameleons on this planet
Better than any political candidate
The entire world is against this army
Getting that depressed text at three am saying "Harm me"
Over thirty-one million strong
Fathers against they're own sons, daughters against they mothers
Sister versus sister, brother against brother
Families should be bonded by hand
Not ripped by the seams
A perfect family is in our dreams
The Jetsons, Flinstones, Griffins have situations that are grand
You can't rebuttals a fact
The conspiracy theory is flawed from the start
Started from the bottom now I'm here, fact
Watch the 5-0 take a life
By a man they claim had a knife
Poor Mr. Johnson, had two kids one wife
He was getting somewhere in life
That knife was a cellular device
They cops didn't play nice
Like magic his life was lost, abracadabra
They brought in the cadaver
Found nothing on Mr. J
The chief of police had nothing to say
About how he died, the way
He lost his life in such a tragic way
Wifey and kiddies crying and comforting each other
That night was unlike any other
The rain was at its harshest
Their neighbor was the man that lost his check in the predecessing weak
Both buried in the same plot
Drunken dad cut from the fam like a 'fro
Supposed to see lil Timmy but was a no show
In an alley way, deceased from too much blow
Left as it went from rain to snow
He belonged on Twilight not in a family
Fighting his inner demons like Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee
The drugs made his mind race
He thought he was winning but was running in place
That's what Brockton's like
Either go to Brockton or take a hike