Quiet Poetry Lounge : Oh say can you see? (grabbin my ankles)

[dnommo]

Here I go again, grabbin my ankles like A brand
new in-mate whose fresh off the bus, Fresh off
the streets, fresh out of court, fresh in this 4x4 cell,
fresh meat for the Fresh desires to comsumate

I can’t help but wonder why I can’t see ‘em
comin when they Smile in my face telling me
how Much they need me to do the work Of three
while getting paid for half Of one and yet my
degree tells me I’m not reaching the glass ceiling

Wonder why a B.S. and a M.S. will Take you to a Ph.D.
and yet in this 4x4 cell called Amerikkka only sees these
degrees in the my hands as Bull Sh*t and More Sh*t Piled
Higher and Deeper after I worked half my life, paying $60,000
for them all and yet the first ones they come for to settle their
debt is the one who ends up as a college trained burger flipper.

Does my knowledge precede my melanonin? Or does my ancestry
deprive me of $40,000 and a Lexus (updates 40 acres and a mule)
when i enter the interview with all the training possible and yet the
man next to me, whose father paid his way, paid his car, paid his
home, paid for his clothes, paid for his High School diploma will
get the job just because his father bought controlling share in the firm.

This so called “Bull” market that selling me bull, shoving me with
bull, telling me bull as I die from eating the bull and I look at my
degree wondering why the one on the front is smiling at me like the
bull on the back of a cigarette pack; Maybe it’ll get better in a bear
market where I could bear the thoughts, bear the facts, bear the
attacks and bear the crap as they strip me bare, while I barely survive
in this bare-boned society called the ghetto..

my back is sore from the constant pressure of government spending
ooops I mean government bending me over everytime my check reaches
my hands and I still wanna know who is FICA for when I retire I still
won’t receive the money back that he owes me from all these years of
involuntary tithing to a god that will never do anything for me but
incarcerate me for tax evasion, send me to war, me profiling a law, change
the rules to make the rich richer and the poor deader, that now got me reaching
for the floor just for balance. At least they could use Vaseline you think?

can you bear with me for a moment while I grab my ankles?

 

[shaz]

dnommo
Two thumbs up poet
just before i grab my ankles in an attempt to repay my wall paper bills (LOL)

 

[dnommo]

Thanks man...i'm grabbin hard just to psy school loans...

 

[dnommo]

 

[blakverb]

dnommo,

after my third read I'll respond. This is classic....no this is revolutionary...this is priceless.

The stanze/verse where you speak of bull and bear markets, man that had me thinking..."where was this brother's mind when he put together that piece? I need to get there"

and yes the guvurnmint definitely bends us over.

1love, blak