Poverty

Poverty is a drunken word

that stands in the middle of your mind

dodging suicide with a pint of Bacardi in his hand

Poverty hurts

and he loves to open windows

and let u smell your neighbor’s food and kicks u until your stomach growls

Pain

Pain is a bitch that flirts with love

and grabs it and beats it and rapes it

‘til love cries and changes into a ho pimped by pain it can change into any love in your heart

and break it and destroy it

Words hurt

as sticks turn into blood that pours after the first blow blood and stones is how u escape the ghetto slingshots that can fire four stones per second

bring down goliath

make you the new head nigger in the ghetto

Blood

Blood and Stone

Sticks and stones

may break ya bones

but on the blvd words will kill ya

Everyday it pours

wounds are created at birth

when my mother praised a white Jesus

scars reopened in kindergarten as i took my freedom cut out innocent pilgrims and pasted them

against my conniving devious ancestors my valentine poured blood all over my clothing and ran down the street like a stream behind me as a fat white cracker aimed for the rest of

the love in my heart

i had to plan an escape as i grew

and big niggers were the books where i wanted my name so i tried to draw from their minds

an image that would be worth reading

Niggers looked at my pictures and turned the index and quoted my pain

realized i was an explanation in their dictionary wrote me down for their answer

Ran a little coke

down the hard concrete

that had little piss streams

that adapted like in war

changed into every bad thing in the community

My mouth was smart

my mind was a follower

my ears were the fools that listened as i grew in size

i outgrew coke

2 heroin

i required my first stone

and felt like a virgin on her first night first only touches

and as i became a little relaxed

i played with the trigger

and just held my hand there

and let her bust off

i came grown

and told my peers who let me do short runs to stay little brother

i’m leaving

and as they looked up and had love for the nigger they had built, i smiled

saw respect stand there and smiled and vowed she would never leave me

i broke the earth in winter

saw that

in order to build my new empire i had to shovel in the cold

i had a sergeant-at-arms who inherited Shaka’s rage Harriet’s intelligence

and we stood there

came, saw and conquered

Now the first battle was won

as refugees from previous ghetto wars came

and begged for rock as i rolled in their dimes and quarters anything they could find

By the time summer came, i grew in gold status

as my elders on the blvd now became my peers and i became the new pawn in a white man’s game

laid on my Benz

and watched the sisters who were trained by hip hop to bark like bitches

Blood and stones i poured all over the blvd

‘til dead souls spat on me in my sleep

and little boys and girls prayed at night for my death

Another night, same creeps, same salesmen Crack head, “I only got...”

“Bitch, don’t run that ‘only got’ shit on me, smoke ya ‘only got’

then bring me my motherfucking money”

And as i preached the scheme team formed

and wrote a script and had my part acted out

i watched my options in slow mo

as they tried to fast forward

i saw me running away and pussy burning my empire i saw me stand

the devil unplugged my vision

and yelled for everyone to take their places

Took a deep swallow,

saw the cavalry coming bmw drive-by speed my heart was in place

my mind knew no mistakes