Seedling

From my father I inherited anger.
But I feel like that seedling was planted long ago when they tore us from our roots,
Ensuring all the trees would bear strange fruit.
And when you fast forward through time, it appears everyone can dream— but you.
Now I try to stay out of that victim complex,
But it’s hard when it’s so obvious the system was made for us to fail.
Though I think that’s where my father and I differentiate
See, he’s angry at the system, post traumatic slave syndrome—
Why Me. Why Me? Why Me!
I’m angry at the system, like, I’ma learn all your inner workings
Because guerrilla warfare doesn’t work when I know your tactics.
It doesn’t work when I pass on the seedling of knowledge.
It does...