Lyrics of Isesha poem (intro)

They thought it was cool to burn crosses on your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard
They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, katrina!
He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, virginia tech, columbine stop the violence!
They thought it was cool to tare down the projects and put up million dollar condos, gentrification
They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding product in their socks to make quick dime bag dollars
They think it's cool to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars busting you upside your head
Freeze...
'cause the problem is we think it's cool too
Check your ingredients before you overdose, on the cool...