Black Poetry : the walk

Derrick Jay

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May 24, 2001
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albany, ga - "da country"
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tears in my womans eyes
came from the man i grew to be
brought up with love and respect
determined not to walk that path
satisfied with the status quo
just say no was never an option
didn't mean to break my babys heart
thought the part i played was more important
hustler...
leader of a new age
with and old tale
only one law i lived by
survive!
nothing is above mine
schooling came from gutters blood
neighbor-hoods
sweet sting of cheap wine
hookers with all the answers to women
stolen goods
a dime bag
on a good night maybe two
itching of addicted mentality
existing in a state of enraged confusion
bedded down with illusions
used ignorance and pain as a shield
hiding me from a better reality
didn't know about the dawn
i ran with the moon
underneath cloaking darkness
stalking the streets with impending doom
that night
the night
made one last decision to put a ***** down
this clown here in his nice suit
guess who's coming to get high
he had no use in my eyes
had he ever cried for me
***** him
why should he
didn't deny my lust for junkies revenge
brought his life to an end
for minor benjamins
but
being a vampiric predator
broke my babys heart
pain making us drift further apart
how many times did she pray
for me
falling to her knees
trying to save
me
i guess god wasn't listening
cause i never heard the voice
this life was my choice
the haze of liquor and dope
told me everything was fine
those words a comforting familiar
it was all a lie
trying to die slow
oh how quickly my sins came for me
gave them more evidence than they needed
repentance uttered a guilty plea
i can feel the real now
shackles clanging steel now
sitting here with final clarity
clean
clear
able to understand hopes and fears
first time in 15 years
its too late
i made my fate with the demon of hate
no more chips to win
i dealt my last hand
and its time for me to cash in
i'm so sorry baby
i really did love you so
wish i could see your eyes
one last time
wipe away the tears you cried
for me
in futility
i'm realizing how much i didn't know
now its time for me to go
got to pay the dues for my uselessness
as i take my final walk from death row...
 

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