West side
North town
Be the streets it be getting down
Shots shots
Murder gang
I guess you can say it's always been this way
Hard lockdown
Get use to the sound
Of police sirens
And people yelling
"Get down"
Pat pat
Pat that head
These hoes out here ain't got self respect
Sell themselves for a quick buck
N*ggas to busy "grinding" to raise they kids up
We live in the White man's world
Live to break the White man's rules
Told to stay in school
To have a shot—
at something more than robbing the nearest liquor shop...
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Metaphors from Mars (Poetry)
PoetryMars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.
