Quiet Poetry Lounge : The Short Game

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Caesarlee31, Oct 9, 2002.

  1. Caesarlee31

    Caesarlee31 Active Member MEMBER

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    It's dark,
    on a quiet street corner
    in a rather chaotic city,
    a despirate fifteen year old boy
    makes his bones
    selling quiet stones
    for a cousin that only has tradition on his mind.

    And this game is so intertwined
    with tradition
    generations of fifteen year old boys
    standing low
    on dark corners
    selling quiet stones
    in other wise calm cities - DIE!
    and it's all a part of the game
    that we all pretend not to be a palyer in.
    With prayers sent on high by junkies
    to report the eulogy
    it's all in the game
    Prostitutes pay pimps for permission
    to turn johns into tricks
    but
    the cash don't come so quick these days
    in these games that we play
    we pay with our lives
    to come up and stay a head in
    and the down fall is in the game
    the cops are in the game

    it's dark,
    in a crowded club
    on a busy part of town
    in a blood fill gutter
    is where you'll see
    where the game begins
    to be continued
     
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