Untitled Evolution

I’m sure we met in some unknown location,

between  b(l)ack alley’s covered in this new

ice age  of bling bling… where souls sing

low on the off chance that their voice might

be heard speaking about  what’s politically

correct.. when molly was popping  sixteen

years old cherries…and  I was the wisp

of smoke  Chris  rock(ed)  because

someone dare him to dream only to laugh

when his struggles had him shifting

uncomfortable in his seat.. and he needed

something to dull the pain from those

Back alley back shots, because truth be told

he was young enough to forget seeing his

mom and pop curled in a corner fighting

over who would get the next hit as his

ass was split..



you see I know you from way before ,when

the hustler was  grinding from dust to dawn

and you  would swing my way from time

to time.. Penning struggles in notebooks

between white lines as Mary and Jane

puff on sticky and iron to forget

the time Billy had them tamed

blowing lames for the cost of a dime.

How they needed that hit to get them bent

enough until their senses was lost in

the haze of neon lights..



So yeah I know you…

You  who spit that hood shit

in my ear.. making me listen to

the cries of  hungry youth

in between these lines that

you stain with rich bold colors

screaming  it’s time for revolution  

because evolution seems to be a farfetched

get rich quick money scheme we happily close eyes to

if it mean we can continual playing blind man

bluff, huffing on ignorance thinking

its bliss when the list of inner city

casualty are longer than its graduates …



So yeah I know you and I tend to flow from

you like water.. moving within you as the breath

you take to speak my name . We’re familiar

like old friends and every once in awhile

we lose track but we  find our way

back to this place where our paths

connect and we link in sync thinking

those unspoken words  Of  “Don’t I know you”?…