Saturday, August 4, 2007

Tightrope of Angels

For a 15 yr.old youth an artist that took 3 in the chest
brought to you by another'' Black on Black killing''
Kingston N.Y. 7/07.

Mothers Screams were deafening
Bringing everyone to their knees
Humbling
Like a Village destroyed
like their Children killed and captured for Slavery.

Another Black teen walking the tightrope of Angels
Lost and about to fall.
‘’ ballers’’ laughing at his fall
No longer can he hear his mama call.

Suffocated in Society’s systematic sickness
Chronic, decreped, an Cryptic
Desperation of it’s own Creation.

Choking on a slice of the ‘’ big concrete apple’’
The money green pie
To rep
To die 4.

Standing on the Corner for all to see.
waiting
Waiting…
To get paid.

Waiting for the cops Beat down

The Gang warfare bring down
The Wild West shoot down
The Pimp slap Smack down
The Organized shakedown.

Waiting ..

for the Minimum Wage Putdown
The trying to take my shit stomp down
The baby mama drama - take the baby Chasedown
The got I no money hungry snatch an Rundown
The Felony Warrant Hunt down.

Waiting
Waiting..

For the Bullets flyin - drop an roll
Lead duck down
The 6 feet under
in a box dead Laydown.
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
A Community Breakdown.

‘’Hu-ston ..we have a Problem’’
We Brought Black people here as Slaves
Now It’s a ‘’Punk down Rave’’!

There Moshin each other into their Graves.
They forget their History
Of Marches and Fire hoses
German Sheppard’s tearing at their Flesh
As the Kennedy’s were put to rest.

After President Carters Smile
These peoples Youngins
Broke ‘’BUCK WILD’’
They forgot how
Emit Till got killed
Malcolm X
Huey
The panthers

an the Rest.

They went from ‘’Affirmative action
to ‘’Gun Clappin’’.

How did this happen?
Ebonics?

Hooked on Phonics?

‘’ Can You spell GEN-O-CIDE ‘’
Boys and Girls?
It’s happening all over the World

Mr. Rogers is dead
An It aint a wonderful day in the Neborhood.

What do you tell the Brothers, sisters,?
The Mother’s when their son’s or Daughter ‘s takes 3 in the Chest?

Or do you keep saying spent shells found around the police station
Is just a few kids letting off Frustration?

Let the Blood Flow
down the Hill
to the River
see it turn to a sea of Blood.

Can you see the Blood?
Can you see no Glory?
Can you see
no one saved by a 911 call?

' Ballers’’ laughing at his fall.

Another Black teen walks the tightrope of Angels
no more waiting..

He lost

He slipped..

he took that fall.

no longer can he hear his mama call...

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