Take the Bitter with the Street (poem) by Carolyn Baxter poet on AuthorsDen

Take the Bitter with the Street
by Carolyn Baxter poet → (All Poetry by Carolyn Baxter poet)
Wednesday, March 27, 2019 Rated "R" by the Author.

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A young man is mentored by the Old playas and Hustlers of the Hood.The street O.G.s who are Respected and run the Neighborhood.Priming the young boys for crime.A typical day on the block.
Take the bitter with the sweet Said the Playa to the thief. Remember that youngin every time you get knocked to your feet. Mothers screams deafening Bringing everyone to their knees Humbling. Like a Village destroyed. Like Children killed and captured for Slavery. Another Youngblood walking the tightrope of Angels Lost about to fall. Tupacs Graffiti Tears fall on Blood splattered Brick walls. Ballers an playas laughing at his fall No longer can he hear his mama call. Suffocated in Society's sickness Desperation of it own Creation. Choking on a slice of the big concrete apple The money green pie. Youngblood on the corner holding his Honey cat wait to count his money. wearin a durag with the playa swag chaisin that money bag. To rep To die 4. Standing on the Corner for all to see. waiting. Waitin To get paid. Waiting for the cops beat down The Gangland Wild West shoot down. Pimp slap Smack down Organized shakedown Waiting Waiting for the Minimum Wage Put Down. The trying to take my shit stomp down baby mama drama - took the baby Chase Down. I got no money hungry snatch an Rundown. The Felony Warrant Hunt down. waiting waiting for Bullets flyin - drop an roll Lead duck down. The 6 feet under in a box dead Lay Down waiting waiting.. Do it hurt less when a Bitch put 3 in ya chest? I done time for a whole lot less Or better yet one in ya 'skull file'Cross fire hit ya child.. A Bloody Rain Splashdown Community Breakdown. Houston..we have a Problem. We Brought Black people here as Slaves Now It's a Punk Rave runnin to their Graves. phamcutically played suckin in a vape with that purple Haze watch Kanye get paid Watch him go INSANE. Everybody lookin the same Rapper aint got SHIT to say. History marches and Fire hoses assassinations an black withered Roses.German Sheppard tearing at Flesh all the Leaders put to rest. Yougins know. done forgot the rest. After President Carters Smile Youngins Broke BUCK WILD They forgot how Emit Till got killed Malcolm X Huey Newton The panthers an the Rest. Yo.Nigga just got shot in tha chest. Man Put him to the test Robbed the Liquor store But forgot his Vest. Affirmative action to Gun Clappin How did this happen? Ebonics-My shizzle? Sippin LEAN an Xanax? Hooked on Phonics? Can You spell Politically correct Genocide Boys and Girls? Yo Its goin on all over the World. Mr.Rogers is dead An it aint a wonderful day in the Neighborhood. What do you tell the Brothers,sistas, Mothers when their sons or Daughter�s takes 3 in the face catches a fake case how you gonna get a Job with Tattoos all over ya face? Do you listen when a cop says spent shells around the police station Just a few kids letting off Frustration? it wasn't his kids caught in the Discombobulation. Let the Rich overlooking Central park watchin the poor man's blood flow to the Harlem River. Only the moon knows the dreams an lies Pulled in with the Tide. A Sea of Bad decisions Broken bones Rusted Wars Used rubbers Crushed pop cans Aborted babies Dead bodys Faded greedy Coins never grasped by the Trembling hand of the gangsta plan Buried treasure in concrete sand. Can you see the Blood?Can you see no Glory? Can you see no one saved by a 911 call? Ballers an playas laughing in the street. The PhDs of the hood. The dirty mutha fuccas whove lost everything in life Mastering the Hustle. Take the bitter with the sweet Said the Playa to the thief. Remember that youngin every time you get knocked off your feet. Gamin on the youngins Leading em to the Street. Teachin misery.. Playin him into his death waiting waiting to see him fall. Poppin Game..thas Been Sold. over an over like meth heads chasin rocks.. Sellin youngins the " Blue print" man...the games Been sold. Youngins want the new New shit but chokin on the OLD. Like A box of Bricks shrink rapped in a Camcorder box to unsuspecting turists Coming to Manhattan getting hustled. Youngblood on the corner holding his Honey wearin a durag cant wait to count his money. with the playa swag after that money bag. To rep To die 4. Youngblood walkin that tightrope of Angels lost. he slipped no more waiting he answered that street call took that fall no longer can he hear his mama call.