Jae - Ghetto Circus lyrics

[Poem] The circus used to be a flash of vivid colors and playful music 2 minutes on a tv screen and an eager “Daddy, can we go?” But Daddy never liked the circus Each time the commercials came on her bright face was met with a “I'm not a big fan of these things, but maybe your mom will take you” Her wide eyes were met with his grin, and her fragile frame met with an embrace But she could never understand why his eyes never met the wonder on the screen Surely he had been mesmerized by those majestic elephants before She was 12 years old when she was introduced to Tyke Her 3rd period teacher would start off every new lesson with a documentary So, feet up on the desk, she fixed her eyes on this majestic creature As Tyke was moved from concrete room to concrete room She witnessed her two attempts to escape abuse reap nothing but more beatings And she watched too familiarly the anger that contoured Tyke's face And the confusion that rested on the gleam in her eyes The anticipation built in those 90 minutes And all for Tyke the elephant to finally free herself From the clutches of the vivid colors and playful music And be met by 87 bullets and a slow d**h As if the trauma of these events wasn't diffusing through the cla**room The teacher said with an indifferent tone “Now cla**, Tyke was a threat to the public What could have been done to prevent this?” So she crossed her arms and sat back in her seat Unable to contain the steam rising from her boiling blood, she fidgeted No longer able to keep handle of it, her hand shot up Without waiting for her name to be called out, her mouth spewed the words “Tell me what it's like to be one of those animal trainers.” The teacher held her breath as blades were inserted one by one into her routine teacher act “What is it like to train this “ghetto circus”? You issued us these uniform shirts These yellow tags that you forced through our lobes Because the gold and silver in our ears by choice doesn't identify us as yours You decorate your websites with our range of vivid colors “Come one, come all, feel the magic up close”, you yell to the spectating administrators When all I feel up close is the bullhook in my side, in the back of my mind That last period my trainer told us we could never be president or doctors or lawyers That I should think of something more practical So why would I listen to the old white lady at the front of the ring When Tyke is telling me I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it Look I'd much rather listen to a vet of my kind One who escaped this circus, maybe even met by bullets Than take what you have to offer Tyke, Pac, Biggie, Nas, they nourish me, give me the strength So that maybe it'll take more than 80 bullets for my head to sway For my legs to buckle, for my heart to give way Once I escape this hell they call school Now I understand why Daddy's eyes never met the gaze of the circus elephants Because as I watch in the girls' bathroom as faces are majestically contoured with anger And confusion sets in on the gleam in their eyes, I wanna look away too You break our spirits then have the nerve to call us “a threat to the public”? Tyke is a hero to the rest of us adorned with your vibrant standard-issued khakis Herded from concrete room to concrete room Because she knows what it's like to be abused in the circus, cycled through the system—” Before she could finish, the teacher wrote her name on a bright yellow slip for the principal's office The yellow sheet met her tense hand, her heavy feet met the concrete floor Teacher's wide eyes met her grin, she bore her tusks and said “Sometimes you can learn much more from the elephant in the room Than from those who try to tame it”