"The Sex Issue"
The Sex Issue
Hetero sex sells ideas
But the idea is to sell hetero sex right? Yeah
Right here is the proving grounds
Advertisements epicenter, peruse around
Minute details aren’t the clues you found
Big bold letters let you in on the why and how
If I’m lying now, then you tell me why and how
Censorship is a joke, and T&A is bright and loud
Used to be late night TV selling to the wise crowd
It’s commonplace the impressionable are impressed now
Yes now…lubricate your senses and don’t repress sows
Who show it off for a small price, resisting the urge to just bow,
Out and write a check, paid to the order of self-respect, made
To make out with my thoughts, over-sex my mind till its laid,
Out over shots of flesh, mounds of it, rape my choice and pound it in,
Side of the, fountain of, youth that used to be sacred, aim at them
Stir in a bit of parental advisory, mix it with free cable episodes
Till their brains explode, news report, two kids…in school sex,
Eight years old.
I don’t know how the picture is painted,
But I know what the final image is
Images get adulterated then given to kids
It’s a simplistic formula, how simple the formula is
Get whored when you get bored, girls kill off your innocence
Pour in a bit of diligence to the art of pillaging innocents
Sit and sip on the elixir brewed for the forbidden skin
Get a win, victory, for corrupting youth and it’s citizens
Denizens, let me show you pictures of some breasts
Pictures, plus that elixir, the mixture will put fissures in your chest
Not opened up to be blessed, still wide open nonetheless
Your senses fenced in, put to test, surely you can’t digest
All the billboards awarded for best exposure of flesh
Get over it yet? Ha! They haven’t got the room for regret
Parents are in court, why not sue the cameras for neglect
They damage your self-respect by calling it inter-net
They’re balling while you’re falling for the poison they inject
Before kids can disconnect from the misuse of human sex
We must induce the understanding of the issue…correct
Undeveloped cerebral tissue, sopping up illicit sex
Sex sells….souls…are your kids on the market?...yet?
© 2008-2009 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.
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