The children of children, by the time they’re half-grown, have habits, like rabbits, and young of their own.
The children of children, from their mommas’ laps, hop down to the ground, to be taken in traps.
The children of children trapped by dark skins, to stay in and play in, a game no one wins.
The children of children, while still young and sweet are all damned and programmed, for future defeat.
The children of children are trapped by adults, who failed them, then jailed them, to hide the results.
The children of children, unable to cope, with systems that twist them, and rob them of hope.
The children of children, the sin and the shame, keep pairing and bearing, and who do you blame?
The children of children cry out everyday, they beg you for rescue, and what do you say?Children Of Children featuring Oscar Brown Jr. | Black Market Militia
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don’t bother checking weapons
Screeners at Newark fail to find ‘weapons’. For some reason I’m not overly surprised by this. Perhaps the gun part, becuase guns are typically metal and should be easily seen, but when you start talking explosive material — my goodness, so much stuff could be made to explode and molded into items or hidden.