As the beat plays back, I remember a time
sitting in classroom, with my favorite nursery rhyme.
But as time moves on, the rhyme changed a bit,
I wish I go back, when I didn’t have to deal with this shit.
Jack be nimble, jack be quick.
Jack jumped over a candle stick.
Jack was smart and Jack was strong,
but he didn’t have the tools to carry on.
Jack was stuck, he was left behind.
Only two options left, boot camp or prison time.
Its sad to say, but I’m afraid its true.
Jack is just an example of these unlucky few.
Excuse me a moment, let me take that back.
Its more like thousands, just like jack.
Jack be nimble, jack be quick.
Jack jumped over a candle stick.
Jack was smart and Jack was strong,
but he didn’t have the tools to carry on.
Jack was stuck, he was left behind.
Only two options left, boot camp or prison time.
This goes out to all of those who have lost faith in this generation;
for those who believe that we don’t care.
Truth of the matter is that if you ask any one of us what we fear most,
it won’t be dying for a cause.
It will be not being able to find a cause to die for.
Put your faith, and your resource, into our youth
and I guarantee change.
Knowhatimsayin’
Written at a Sama Sama workshop.
To a Blue Scholars beat.