Black Poetry : ConKrete Psalm

NittyGrit

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Dec 10, 2001
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Atlanta, Georgia
I'm an alumni of the block
very few graduated
from the school of hard knocks
thank God that I made it

The road was might long
and the battles plenty rough
some of my people stood strong
while others weren't strong enough

They succumb to the weight
of an overbearing life
the darkness of fate
suffocates the guiding light

Never seen a tear shed
but heard plenty cries
even though our wounds bled
somehow we still survivied

i hear the whispered prayers
of my fallen soldiers
pondering if the pain
will ever be over

forsaken hopes and dreams
fall by the way side
asking for help
i lift my head to the sky

Precious Lord please take my hand
lead me on and help me stand
place my feet on a solid rock
give me the strength to revive my block

venture outside the pews and church walls
to incline your ear to the ghetto's call

grant grace to my folks that's trapped in the streets
protect the projects and caress the ConKrete

NittyGrit ReddClay (c) 2002
 

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