Black Poetry : Reality//life & Death

[$$RICH$$]

REALITY OF LIFE IN DA HOOD
IS WHERE I STOOD IN SHAME
NO NAME TO CLAIM
DOPE FLOW LIKE CANDY
DA MAN NAME ANDY
WORKING DA STREETS
WESTSIDE DEATH TRAP!
HEADZ BANGGIN'
GUNZ SLANG
BANG! BANG!
DEATH BECOME ME
AS I CALL OUT MY BRUTHA'S
DNOMMO
BISHOP
WATCHER
BALLER
YEAH! DA G~MAN
VERB WHATS DA WORD
THE STREET FIGHTER
SO'JAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Amun~Ra
ALL MY BRUTHAS
I NEED YA OVA IN THE KINGDOM PLACE
TO FACE A RAW SHO OF FLOWZ
LIFE IS REAL U KNOW DA DEAL
AND WHAT I FEEL ABOUT DA KILL
LIFE HAND US A RAW DEAL
BUT WE FIGHT TO STAY ALIVE
AS WE RIDE DA A~TRAIN
WALLZ BANGIN
STREET FIGHTER WE BECOME
NOW THEY ON DA RUN
WE CAME ARMED WIT PEN IN HAND
LIKE A MAN .....REALITY//LIFE& DEATH
TRYIN' TO TAKE ME OUT
THINK I'M BOUT TO SHOUT
NEVER WILL I GO STAYIN IN AND FLOWIN'
ON DA WESTSIDE OF CHI..........HERE I FLY
READY TO RID THE PIMPS//PLAYAS//PUNKZ
AND FOOLZ ........I'M READY!!!

 

[$$RICH$$]

I FORGOT DA LOVE DR.......BE........

HEART BEAT LIKE A DRUMM
HIT OF RUN AND MAPLE GUN
SHOTS FIRED ON DA TRAIN
HEARTBEAT STAND AT DA
WINDOW ON GAURD......
I NEED Y'ALL OVA HERE
BEFORE THEY TAKE MY LIFE
WIT THIS **** CALL DOPE
IN MY VAINS
HOT
TURNING RED
BURNZ LIKE PEPPER
GUNZ TOO MY HEAD
I REST ON DA BED
(((((RED ALERT))))))
EXTREMELY IN NEED
THE STREETS TAKING OVA
WE GOTTA GET UP ON THIS STUFF
AND SHUT DEM DOWN!!
RUN THEY A** OUT OF TOWN

 

[dnommo]

yo...strap on your "verbage-proof" vest and let's tear down the streets...time for the world to reclaim the peace...

 

[GA_Sunshyne]

$$RICHNE$$....


bbboy! look at you... gettin' all militant on me!!

i like this side of you!! it shows strenght&character!

flow on My $$RICH$$ one... flow on.

OneLuv.
SunShyne~

 

[baller]

as i boarded the plane...

my verbage proof vest set off the alarm
NO HARM
dnommo waved me through
said, "TELL $$RICH$$ I'M DOWN, TOO"
i'll deliver the message, yo'

O'HARE was wild
as i stepped onto the streets
on my way to the "L"
to meet my bruthaz of the streets

there's some trash that needs removing
from every corner i passed by
thugs by selling death to others
disguising TRUTH by telling lies

but $$RICH$$...he brought a street sweeper along
so we could clean all over town
everywhere that sweeper went
the neighbors came out...singing, WE'RE DOWN.

we ran the death troopers away from there
and let the sun shine upon our feet
and when the death troopers come again
we'll tell them WE HAVE RECLAIMED OUR STREETS

GHOST.