Fine Arts Mechanik

Hey everybody!
I am gonna be a rapper soon...
(Tomorrow to be exact)
this is what my verse looks like so far;
No disrespecting elders
No patronizing the young
No Prison construction
No more waking over-hung
No fighting over projects
No more solving it with guns
And it goes a little something like this….
Looking back on a self I used to know
Nothing but Steel and Concrete where the grass used to grow
Public Housing finds a niche inside our Death Row
Other people controlling what you Hear, See and Know
You don’t know? (I don’t think so…)
Then tell me
Who owns the stations?
Who has the power
To manipulate Nations
Selling our souls for a Coke and a smile
They sit back and laugh as we live in denialIs that your style?
Fashion sold to you by who?
A man exploiting lands to make profits from the fools.
(Play it Hardgroove!)