As I look, up in the sky, that’s supposed, to be the heavens,

I see, the playing field, that, put in motion, 9-11.

I ask myself, how could he, stoop so low,

killing, thousands of people, with, just one blow.

But then I think, was it was all a ploy, 

to get into, our private lives, to play with, like a toy.

The man is mad, straight, out of control, 

look deep into, his body, you’ll find no soul.

Does he have remorse?  Did he give it a thought? 

When he sat down, and put together, this, fiendish plot.

Dear Lord or Allah, or who’s, ever listening,

Please, return the way of life that we, all are missin.

How can WE not do violence, when that’s all we see, 

no matter how many times, we turn the channel, on the tv?

Please don’t be bamboozled, use your head. 

It’s called “common sense”, or you’ll be dead, instead.

There are two ways to get dead, either be killed, or, kill yo-self. 

Please pay attention, I’m tryin, to offer, your ass help.

Don’t walk around blind, homie, open yo-eyes. 

Especially if you’re young & black, nigga--YOU THE PRIZE!

Look before you leap, pay attention, don’t be a sap. 

It’s time to recognize, it’s a plan, a trap.

You ain’t comin up, sellin them rocks on the street. 

It was designed to addict your brother;  and put your ass in the clink.

Education is the key, read a book then, read it again. 

It just might come in handy, to keep or GET your ass out the pen.

Once you in the system, there’s no comin out. 

There’s a time to listen, a time, to, shut-yo-mouth.

You ain’t the first, to do that shit—other’s attempted.  

Tryin to make that money that’s, tax exempted.

He’ll let you make a little;  and then, a little mo; 

but remember, that, first deal you made?  Now it’s LIFE, behind the, prison doe.