One Self - Over Expose lyrics

If you chose not to over expose You would know that TV freezes souls If you chose not to rip off them clothes You would know life is not like those videos I reflect upon this time, when you and I have crossed the line Not knowing the power of the mind, is far greater than a cute behind When the musically inclined, no longer educate young minds They lack of spine, and undermine the feeling to intertwine That's why queens act like hoes, in overexposed clothes Forgot their sense of self awareness like those in videos How come your little sister knows, how to shake hers fast? You find it disappointing, she does not know at what she laughs Measure the path, see how many now erode their own progress Each generation emerges with less worth from their birth to regress When it goes away, it returns, this expose of the human flesh Each time is worse than at first, with even more willing to digest Infiltration of my community by way of breaking down the youth Whether or not they are young at heart, still that remains no excuse So, now we're blinded or do we choose to no longer see? The beautiful rare flower that grew from my concrete If you chose not to over expose You would know that TV freezes souls If you chose not to rip off them clothes You would know life is not like those videos Mentally and physically Essentially it's meant to be Prophetically evidently, faith strengthening Me and my friends see the trends and ignore The almighty corporate who*e The more the merrier the more Gives way as the fabric is ripped and torn Entertainment Television is it more? Than just hardcore p**n? Keeping up with the ma**es by, selling my women's nakedness, oh why The fact is, they don't need vision of my, flesh to find me attractive, right As an actress on some dirty mattress each day her worth is cheaper She takes pride in the genocide while the children grow weaker Blasting through the speakers, my words just got deeper Blasting through the speakers, your words just got weaker So find the fight against each other in publicised places Blows that flow back and forth that verbally show self-hatred Debate is a lost cause it continually seems When hiphop videos contain of only one fully dressed MC And then Tits a** tits a** tits a** all over the TV screen And I can NO longer see The flower that grew from my concrete