“Arsenio the system don’t want us here right now.

See, we live in a system

that’s designed for us to fail, a system that would tell you no matter how
wonderful, how fantastic, how great you think you are there is no you. There is
only who I want you to be, from your latest cellphones to the style seen in your
most recent videos to my implementation of what you call swag.

If you can’t brag about how many women you have or the $200 denim on your
butt you are worthless. Your purse is not hot if it is a Fall edition and we are in
the winter. And as long as your kids have Jordans on their feet it is okay. If
they have to eat Top Ramen for a week for dinner your check is in the mail.

You fail at becoming grown man. So you don’t bother with your younger ones.
Give them to me. I’ll program them to Viacom. Have them growing up with a
single mom and no males to emulate and wonder why so many begin to have
extensive rap sheets, an ADD with no off switch and download a defense that
is nothing, but false self-confident, shown through them being overly
aggressive.

Your misguided women want nothing but diamonds and Fendi or dreams of
finding a professional athlete to pay for their lives because to them being a
wife is not a lifestyle, it is trendy. Trendy to have like a little black dog carried
around in a bag, the demasculinization of your black man is going according to
plan. Flip flip the coin and for those who have chose not to go down that road,
make sure that any statement they make that may challenge their masculinity
are followed by statements of insecurity we can’t have them thinking for
themselves.

Program dreams to be a mirage, close enough to see yet too far to reach, set
their aesthetics to pathetic aka camouflage allow them to blend in keyword
‘trend’. Downtown corner is full of rappers who refuse to give up even though
their stuff sucks, but we allow them to say their piece. At the very lease it will
make them a quick buck. Any more success initiate operation exploitation,
throw them a bit more cash. I am – I am the system, program to initiate
command, error; you people are programmed not to ask. You are nothing
more than empty vessels who have sold their souls a long time ago and you
call me robotic.

I am the system, systematically set to just do. You are systematically set to just
do and not think and you call me robotic ever, redundancy ever, repeat ever,
redundancy – pardon me. I was scanning your culture’s current popular
music. You want a cop to pay for killing one of you, but carry a “no snitching”
policy in your own community, which allows, which allows, which allows,
which allows, which allows you negros, error, you negros error you negros,
error, you people to have absolutely no accountability irony overload reset.

I am the sssssystem. Systematically set to desensitize your senses and

senseless activity, surrounds your society, simultaneously making you love me
while sh-sh-shaking in your boot and for those who dare to overthrow me
allow me to remind thee it is I who provided you with the land and seed you
use to grow your little grass roots. I am the system.”

Prentice Powell