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But for a Cause
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One of the Street cats I asked about Crime on the Streets,said he'd rather get a 'Beatdown'from a Cop for somthing,''Not just for the hell of it.''Like what I said, after he 'Hit a Lick'(came off on a Score)The same guy that I asked how he felt about If we should go to War,3days after I was injured at 9/11.He said 'They Never called me Nigger(not nigga or nigah)the opposite meaning of The word.I said if you want to Quote Muhammad Ali do so correctly.Not to mention it was a different set of Dynamics.He's about6'4' 290 or so,so when he looked down at me,Head Cocked with a sarcastic 'Oh really type look I figured it was time to stop talking.
Don’t intend on going back to Prison my blood wont christen thirsty concrete better listen street bizzin cold violent dissin respect is whas missin... lead kissin my enemy’s better than me! cant see light a day locked away. fantasy’s gone wealth furlong Long arm wanna stomp my first born. Black bones a charm chain around their necks Turn around spun around, beat down from ground to court whas the Beef po-lice ? beat down in front of ya kids steady diet of Lies an Race. The more we succeed The more they take more they make us pay Anybody with a Dark face. Youth robs ignorance of Lost history Everyday German Shepard’s Tearing American Flesh Fire hoses Sprayed Black blood screamed we will over come oneday! As Latinos had no Identity. I gotta eat! Don’t give a F*** what U think of me. Projects raised me The streets enslaved me No 9to 5 can tame me. I’m a street playa From way back ‘’Jack’’ I pay my way To equalize a unequalized World Class an grim cant stand together Hunger an Crime is Stormy Weather Pretend not to stand each other unless its done undercover or undertaker result of a Blackface no faker Like blood for oil But I’m a street playa From way back ”Jack’’ Jus a Taker. I last in all kind of weather From stormy Monday to get paid on Sunday Sellin cheap wine Ballerinas to the street. Sleepin on rooftops with Junkies an Thieves . From cash register to slip a note to a teller drug seller check cash embezzler cool stepper The best fly seller of anything and everything new or used rob ya money when ya drunk out ya shoes. A playa's Playa old school new school me meaner than Taliban when dem light a new fuse. better lessons taught by street dues Hard Knocks you feel Dem True. better lesson Not by incarceration or when cops shoot at you or when Nas mix Hip Hop an Blues ya locked down spun around from the court to the ground Po-lice beat you down in front of ya kids Once again the circle of hate begins..

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on January 5, 2007

outstanding write!!!
"the cycle"
got to break the cycle
and we can relay on no-one but our fathers
our brothers our men
thank you for sharing this

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

Reviewed on January 4, 2007

One only has to view within the daily news of CNN or the print of paper news, to find the same repetition of a cycle that continues today...it even is within the poetic articles of today, the feel of Hate is all around us and this is not just the confines of Our country of Freedom...it crosses the globe and crosses color...a mind embedded with hate is one that is lost within the Real World...

nice work on this expression through poetry...

love and peace, Art Sun...

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on January 3, 2007

Interesting

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Interesting pen filled with the troubles haunting youths. Well done from their perspective.

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

"But for a Cause"
Strong and quite the interesting write Carolyn.
Wishing you the best this year in all your endeavors.

Cheers and take care,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm