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Sunny days and dark cold nights. respecting the hood like it means more than life.pride honor respect and power. Controlling the blocks and weeding out cowards.a line of cats waiting to devour. From tiny toons to kingpens they hope to tower. Straight up killers, robbers and dealers. Pimping hoes and stacking dough. Reputation is what its all about. Merciless soldiers protecting the route. Guns and drugs fund the mission. Cemetarys are full as are the prisons. Life expecetency is cut by two thirds. Weak ones crumble and sing like birds. No love for a snitch and he better hope he disapears. For death is the scentence thats given to unloyals that try to interfere. No love for the other side. Filled with pride. The war never ends as long as some still stand. Forever is forever and the streets are our land. Tatted up and flaunting the shit. On the block, pockets full of sacked up rock. Throw away guns that are ready to blast. Living to protect what was built to last. The feds are always lurking. Busters are beat and hood rats are slurping. The homie creeper is getting out after fifteen years. Coming back to the hood for his life is here. In 2004 the feds had tried to dismantle. Locked up 23 of the homies that had been watched and handled. I was getting out when the raids began. The hood was quiet and the mood was bland. The rivals now had the upper hand. Smoked two of the homies in front of the pad. Those fools got smoked and the war was mad. The year is 2016 and the homies still roll. But now its different for life made them old. Youth outreach and attempting to save. For living this life is full of regret and a cage. Or simply a grave. But dont be fooled for the pride still shows. Come talking shit and you might find yourself in a hole. Putting in years of work and doing dirt. Gives the power to not be judged and searched. For not much has really changed. For the hood still bears the scars, and thats never gonna change. The streets gave and honored the name. The streets are my love and the streets deserve fame.
Published 30th Jan 2016
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30th Jan 2016 9:25pm
Nice poem. Sounds real & personal. Ur words ring true & unfortunately the streets won't change.
The thing that's really sad tho is that loyalty has been lost in these young G's coming up. It used to have a cause and even the "thugs" wanted to better their community now days it seems tree is no honor and these so called G's rampage thru their own communities and kill their own ppl for materiel purposes. It's not even really about power it's just pure unadulterated rage with no focus, no reason & no thought.
Yes, the streets deserve a certain amount of fame and respect but the youngsters coming up need lessons from the o'G's in the knowledge that seems to have been lost. There's a saying, "u can learn alot from a dummy" these kids slinging guns & D have lost so much knowledge. They're sposed to be protecting and building up their communities not tearing them apart & creating fear. They've taken game to a whole new level.
Good write. It evoked emotion in this reader which is what I believe poetry should do. :-}
I look forward to reading more.
Moonwitch
The thing that's really sad tho is that loyalty has been lost in these young G's coming up. It used to have a cause and even the "thugs" wanted to better their community now days it seems tree is no honor and these so called G's rampage thru their own communities and kill their own ppl for materiel purposes. It's not even really about power it's just pure unadulterated rage with no focus, no reason & no thought.
Yes, the streets deserve a certain amount of fame and respect but the youngsters coming up need lessons from the o'G's in the knowledge that seems to have been lost. There's a saying, "u can learn alot from a dummy" these kids slinging guns & D have lost so much knowledge. They're sposed to be protecting and building up their communities not tearing them apart & creating fear. They've taken game to a whole new level.
Good write. It evoked emotion in this reader which is what I believe poetry should do. :-}
I look forward to reading more.
Moonwitch
31st Jan 2016 2:22pm
I can agree with you on all levels. You are obviously very passionate about how you feel and whether or not its experience or just doing your research you described what I feel about the mentality and changes that have become the sad lifestlye for so many youth and neighborhoods. The loss has been irreversible. The damage has been irreversible and the damage continues with no end in sight. The youth is our future, and i hope for clearity, and mental stability to reach the young minds that are at risk. I dream of a idea that may never come. But i still believe in it. Thanks for your comment I really appreciate it.im glad you liked it.
