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Cost
East-side black man brags his nine
Under da marque tru soulja's paint a sign
Symbolic colors mad props to da crew
Gangsta retaliation - blood for da few
Nex capped muthafuckin niggaz iz yu
Young lil' thug hittin' the block
Colored by hate but love for da rock
Double-edged blade and benjamins blow
Adrenaline rushing so cut his fine ass doe
Hushed da screams then let her go
Another mother grieving the street
Dropped dis rag in da blood of defeat
Innocence splattered, a niecie lost
Future of dis lifeleess doe now squashed
While winged angels hoover accessing cost
Under da marque tru soulja's paint a sign
Symbolic colors mad props to da crew
Gangsta retaliation - blood for da few
Nex capped muthafuckin niggaz iz yu
Young lil' thug hittin' the block
Colored by hate but love for da rock
Double-edged blade and benjamins blow
Adrenaline rushing so cut his fine ass doe
Hushed da screams then let her go
Another mother grieving the street
Dropped dis rag in da blood of defeat
Innocence splattered, a niecie lost
Future of dis lifeleess doe now squashed
While winged angels hoover accessing cost
Published 18th Oct 2012
| Edited 20th Oct 2012
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18th Oct 2012 4:02pm
20th Oct 2012 8:30pm
in looking at your poem, at small piece of a Rush song came to mind; "We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost".
A bit or Marvin Gaye's "What's Going On" as well
But we will not count the cost".
A bit or Marvin Gaye's "What's Going On" as well
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24th Dec 2021 5:08am
Brutal crim-ing
hatred climbing
violent rhyming
as souls lay dying
Stunned by the pain, crying for the loss and hopelessness. We forget or want to forget the pain, until a poet opens the raw nerve of our soul. This poem is a root canal w/o novocaine that is a gilt reminding us of our humanity.
hatred climbing
violent rhyming
as souls lay dying
Stunned by the pain, crying for the loss and hopelessness. We forget or want to forget the pain, until a poet opens the raw nerve of our soul. This poem is a root canal w/o novocaine that is a gilt reminding us of our humanity.
24th Dec 2021 6:16pm
I would not have found more seasoned words then those you've left behind. I believe I'll stay awhile. It's fascinating when words left behind leave you silently awestruck ... thank you for that.
29th Dec 2021 10:49am
dear PJ
9 years is a long Hejira
i look forward to more from your inkwell
a warm smile
silent lotus
9 years is a long Hejira
i look forward to more from your inkwell
a warm smile
silent lotus
