Generation Why?

Teal blocks filter the world and dont let the niggers through.
Feel the sun on the backs of a thousand Mexican
Immigrant workers harvesting cotton tobacco corn soy strawberries
In the midday of capitalism, supply and demand.
Debutante beauties ride high on white chariots—
Their dainty hats that shelter and echo Atlantis regality.
Wealth makes a person's soul better, you know?
Namean, brother? Keep walking, head down.
The ecology of your mouth could save the world:
Captain Planet-style propaganda for this
Generation of stoned, burnt out, cynical fools.
Swerve your hips earth momma—
Knock the world out, KO, with your bumps, your humps