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this poem is not meant to be a cheesy rhyming one..its supposed to flow...
Selling drugs on the street,
Packing some heat
Figure living in the ghetto they’ve already been beat
Instead of rising above it, it’s another repeat
Forced down, to scared to get up on their feet
It’s either the street or flipping’ burgers
Either burglars or murderers
Having no clue what to do
Just following the walk way
All cracked and all broken
Not knowing where it’s going
The population just keeps on growing and growing…..

Except for that kid who knows what’s wrong
Knows how to stay strong
Knows he has to make a name for himself
To break the chain
To break the stereotype
To break the duplication of the temptation
And having the admiration of salvation
Now that deserves a celebration…

There’s no celebration
Were to busy focusing on ourselves
Focusing on prosperity
Focusing on material goods
Not looking at what’s going on in the hoods
To busy to help one another
To busy to hold a hand out to each other
To busy to help that single mother
Or that brother growing up with out a father

What about the people
Being made fun of because of their religion
Because they where a yarmulke on their head
Or because they wear a burqa that covers their face
People being made fun of because of their race
It’s a disgrace.
Today everything is so judgmental
What gives people the right to be that detrimental?

And the people living on the street
No money, flat broke,
Nothing but a ripped cloak
Begging on the street for some loose change
But people just walk by thinking he’s strange
How can people do it?
It likes there’s nothing to it
See someone in need’
Don’t do a good deed,
It’s because of their greed.

Growing up in a orphanage
No mother, no father
Few care and others don’t bother
Kid’s think they’re worthless
That no one loves them
Pushes them to the edge
Makes them want to walk of the ledge

Except for that kid who knows what’s wrong
Knows how to stay strong
Knows he has to make a name for himself
To break the chain
To break the stereotype
To break the duplication of the temptation
And having the admiration of salvation
Now that deserves a celebration…

There’s no celebration
There’s no explanation
All there is duplication

2007-02-27 12:10:07 · 5 answers · asked by Justin V 1 in Entertainment & Music Other - Entertainment

5 answers

its good and very true but we need to fix it if there is a way and one thing is true and u didn'twrite it but the GOOD LORD UP ABOVE IS COMING SOON TO GET HIS CHILDREN CAUSE HE IS OUR REAL FATHER

2007-02-27 12:24:16 · answer #1 · answered by shabo 4 · 0 0

Such true words...Breaking free of my own chains!!!
Go with the flow!!! Nice..

2007-02-27 12:23:18 · answer #2 · answered by Valkyrie of Lor 6 · 0 0

Nice.

2007-02-27 12:17:49 · answer #3 · answered by Shelley 4 · 0 0

that was great

you should write me a poem so i can finally pass english : )

seriously though you should enter that in like a poetry contest

2007-02-27 12:15:43 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

it was a really nice poem

2007-02-27 12:15:44 · answer #5 · answered by PrincessC 3 · 0 0

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