False Dreams Howard Street separates the burb from the big city. Riding through the jungle is a **** pity. It’s early December and it’s 65 degrees in the Chi. Girls got on Summer dresses showing off their thighs, Only the Lord knows why. I see my people looking like zombies, Searching for this false dream that’s beyond me. My young brothas searching for the dope dollar. My sistahs looking for a reason to holla. I know this isn’t the substance my people are made of. My elders didn’t praise this false dream. They worked and died for me to have the cream. That’s why I know there has to be a conspiracy, From Cali to Miami, it’s the exact same story line. Do you understand my point or am I wasting your precious time? I don’t think you’re listening to me. Don’t mean to be all in your face and pushy. It’s just something heavy on my heart that I need to get off. “Friends” of mine sell dope to my parents without a thought. Makin’ money off my pain, then showing me what they bought. Phat Farm, Tommy, The new Jordans, and Platinum Fubu, It’s a brainwashing system when it’s all said and through. I KNOW this isn’t the substance my people are made of. I KNOW IT! I just can’t sit around and take it. I know there’s a conspiracy going on. From Chi Town to Atlanta, GA, it’s the same story line. Do you feel my point or I’m I blowing your high? Please except my apology…Didn’t mean to waste your ****in’ time. ROYAL T.