the blur that is, that was,
the feeling of a lifetime
has been crushed
and battered,
beaten and bruised.
being told you have to choose
win or loose,
to tie your own noose
no.
no.
no.
i will not,
CANNOT
be told that i am anything less or more
then the person who i was born to be!
i am the sky
i am the earth
for all it is
and for all it is worth!
i will show you
and you will learn
to breath free
to sleep easy
to live!
as you were meant
to be
Is there something that you yearn?
Like a lesson easily learned
Under the context in which it was earned
What do you get in return?
Broken, Shattered, rundown Dreams Incomplete
In the streets black spiritualists preach
As Pipe-fiends weep Because their children won’t
Speak
And Forever they’ll sleep
In the dirt lot across the Street
Buried beneath the trash and the Filth and
Betrayed with Deciet
Of Freedom when we are born
In a Prison
And we teach Ourselves,
Although many don’t learn and
we who do reach
And we reach
Desperately Beseeching in a World
Full of Villains and creeps and to
God they entreat to grant Salvation
to the World we created
In the Projects where
Darkness only grows
In the Pockets of the Criminals
Holding Dope for dealers and cash
Flows into Selfishness and Greed
And the Government misleads and Fear
and Anger breed beneath the
Streetlights and wired Fences
is where the seed is planted and
Wickedness starts in the Hearts of the
Landlords of the Tenements
and broken glass covered streets
And Crumbled concrete
and the Cities Heartbeat is
Is Never at peace
Only the Bullets can release and
Murderers hold the Keys
Original Poetry 