Black Poetry : Westside Ramblings

[Watcher]

Driving thru the heart of the west side
In the city of Chicago where I reside
Burn out building and vacant lots
Some folks are just satisfied with what they got
Selling crack, and weed
To folks in need
Of a hit and a high
I ask Lord why
Must some of us commit suicide?
While the rest commit racial genocide
In the hood we accept things for what they are
Many of us never wish upon that shooting star
But a wish I made one summer day
After Jimmie got killed standing in the gangway
I knew it was time for me to change my thinking
Stand up to life’s challenges instead of shrinking
Be a man and not a punk
I don’t have to give into the stereotypical junk
All of us are not dead or in jail
But many of us learned to do real well
Beat the streets, before it beat us
Our motto became in God we trust
Not the dollar, but the one who guides my destiny
Who always tell me let your mind stay free
No chains holding me
I don’t live in defeat
I just live by the words he speak
So I return to the streets
To help folks like me
Who just need to hear, its time to be free.

 

[$$RICH$$]

ye indeed watcher

free at last
free at last
thank GOD almighty
i'm free at last
from the myth of da street
from the thoughts of being beat
i fear not in da hood
where my *** once stood
being a man
reaching back
wit no slack
racking my mind
coz i'm doing fine
i preach dis motion
in a notion
ya reality check is on point man!!
we all gotta make a stand wit a
common plan.......thank u