On my BLOCK?

Question

They got a ***** sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears, cause **** was hectic for me last year. It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath. The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed & no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are burie d in the cemetery. **** is scary, how black on black crime legendary. But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried. Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic & certain death for us ghetto bastards. What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?! Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die!! But don't cry through your despair. I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us ****** on welfare & who cares if we survive. The only time they notice a ***** is when he's clutchin on a four-five. My neighborhood ain't the same. Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game

& I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back. Hoes show me love, ****** give me props. Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block
Livin life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still prayyyyyy
But on our block we still prayyyyyy...

Now ****'s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots. Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops. Black males livin in hell when will we prevail. Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well & it seems I'm suicidal with this Thug's Life. Stayin strapped forever trapped in this drug life. God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job. So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard. Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt. Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers. Mislead from childhood where I went astray. Till this day I still pray for a better way.

Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark. Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent. Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went. In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own. I close my eyes and picture home... on my block & I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die. Caught strays from AK's and the driveby. Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide. Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside. Cause our block is filled with danger. Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers. Time changes us to stone them crack pipes. All up and down the block exterminatin black life. But I can't blame the dealers. My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels. ****'s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy. A single mother with a problem child, daddy free. Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor. Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her

It's a man's world, stayin strapped. Fantasies of a ***** livin phat, but held back. Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless. Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block. And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young ***** learned to break night, Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen. I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind. I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy ***** slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young ****** understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybod knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a ***** change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the ****** that I lost to the game...

Answer 1

is this a song??

Answer 2

Is this a song? If so, these are some really powerful and moving lyrics. Of course the same goes for if it's a poem. Touching, tragic, insightful...you have good writing skills. And the pain comes through too.

Answer 3

I know what you mean. It's a trap. you're either on top or you're layin' it down. Luckily I was on top. Mine wasn't the same. I wasn't in the hood but it's the same trap. It gets a hold of you and won't let go. it doesn't have to be that way though. It hurts to leave all you know but you can put it behind you. You can't make choices for your brothers but you can for yourself. Get out while you can, leave it behind you. Show them young boys a better way.

Answer 4

Your poem is very heavy, very beautiful in a very dark way...and certainly is graphic. If you are selling crack as a profession, you are wasting a huge talent. From what I have read, you could easily rise like a Phoenix from the ashes of your hood and become quite a writer..you have a fantastic way of making me see through your eyes...and it ain't a pretty sight. You have delivered a startling view of you life...seemingly very honest. Whoa...I am glad I am me.

Answer 5

I think you need to start a new life in a new neighborhood. You deserve better.

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure. Your playing small does not serve the world."

It takes a stronger person to walk away than to stay.

Answer 6

You are a very talented poet. A tough message about a tough life, but very put very poetically.

Answer 7

it sounds nice, but what does it have to do with religion and spirituality?

Answer 8

I am not sure what the question is.

Answer 9

so..
what is ur question??