Black Poetry : What You Know About A Ghetto Child? (Branded)

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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    What You Know About A Ghetto Child?

    What you know about a ghetto child, robbing,
    Sticking up a people call treason, I come in all colors, ghetto has no name, survival to stay alive? What you know about a Ghetto Child? Suffering out loud with a 40 ounce. Born in corruption living in assisted death call denial ,Living in a ghetto where is the pride? Theirs no justice for the code I live, pimping ministers, where shall I recieve my spiritual growth? Children being raped by the man with the white cloak, system that steal from the elders, and rehearsing the black code of silence, living in a 8/11 card board box, Am I the criminal? What you teach is what I present, many children are born in the womb, I am reproduce in a taunted tomb. I smoke my dope, sniffing the white lace powder, to drown my thoughts, selling dope to the zombies who give me my cash. Criminals on patrol asking for a cut of my sales. What you know about a ghetto Child, don't believe what you read in the news.

    Let my break it down, my seed is not just a seed, it is the tribe the almighty give me, I am not trying to front, let me break it down nice and easy, when I release my seed, it is the tribe of my name, aren’t looking for a quick hit, don’t be shock when I call you a bit--, never forget I am man, my DNA comes from the heaven land, I might reflect the image of Satan Klan, don’t be confuse, my DNA comes from the mighty land, when I call you a chicken don’t be surprise at my verses, my woman and my mama was to baptize me with wisdom, not abomination as I entered this world, now let me tell my sisters something, bad enough I got to deal with humanistic Gods; that live upon the land of devils who try to maintain my source of dignity, thank you sisters for your entrance to this place call abomination, but my mission is to deliver tribes of riches, I lost the respect when you killed my connection of my tribal intentions, I don’t reverse the blue print, I let you feel my pain of deception.

    The tears upon your eyes
    Each night you cry, I though about the
    Stories you taught when I was a boy.
    The battle that my ancestors fought to keep
    Blackness alive, but yet you re wrote it.
    when you committed genocide, now don't
    be confuse, with pain and choses, the blind
    can't lead the blind, when you are the symbol
    of the devils that live upon the land, genocide
    branded upon my head.
    I live it each day, 20 years on my hand.
    I am only a number, I continue to wear the chains.
    Cry not for me, I didn’t cry for thee, history repeats
    Locked up in a cage. The only love I ever knew was
    The love you shared, times have switch, I must pay
    The pleading of your warmth, as Jesus who lye upon the
    Cross, as he plead with the world, let go, let God.

    My son like me, mama-sniffing crack cocaine, lying on her back, without pride,
    Birthing abomination, if it’s a girl she will be like her, if it’s a boy 10 out of hundred he will live in a cage, bonded with the memories locked up in chains. A soul boned with Satan, no conscious are pride.

    Living by a world of darkness, and you look down on me, my brothers live by the code of the hood. Now tell me what you know about a ghetto child? Locked in a cage, under a system that is crook it as the laws they make, you talk about gang banging the life I live, what about the capitalist dysfunctions? the white collar codes of silence, my boys that stick up and kill, what the hell I am already dead within, crack cocaine, heroin, white powder, that my mama leaves upon her dresser, and my father who abandons the roots call father.

    What you know about a Ghetto Child? My sisters who wear there dress upon their *** thinking that this is the pleasures, I represent, when I call her bit—she says I disrespect the queen. I shall not live in denial, who the hell represent the black coalition? Sisters dropping babies like a dog in heat, sex before marriage, trying to hook me to family, they smells of rotten roots, assisted slavery death by roots.

    I robbed the system as they robed the cradle, I rob to stay alive, so who the hell, represent me? when I live through the darkness born in abomination, my inheritance from the crack addicted, hooked on a drug call addiction, as my people sit back and pull the rope that lynches my pride. Mama baby daddy maybe living a world of confusion, I took a ride with my brother, who stood before the gun, I tried to get enough money to pay my rent where I laid down, I live in the dungeon call capitalistic reforming, I watch my brother’s as he took a bullet, just trying to survive, I stand before the world as they labeled me a hood, and the tears of my brother he laid in the blood of survival, the only think I could remember a family member who passed on, I wear a tear upon my face, hoping one day I might change, always remembering the burning bullet laid in my partners chest.

    I rap about the addiction call suicide
    intentions, I scream it out loud
    that my elders will pay attention,
    nevertheless they label me a thug,
    I live by the code of the unjust.
    Mask that hides beyond the dark,
    screaming voices of souls without passion
    warriors beyond the ghettos
    of the dungeons painted shields faces of fright.
    Gangsters that wear the signs of tribes,
    hypnotic pictures without the frame.
    Delusions that are ripped and
    shattered until darkness of night
    the voices sings who am I

    Rags that hang upon there heads,
    leaches that sucks the blood of man
    wars un rehearse, the hearses come one by one.
    Mothers screaming tears are
    streaming battle cries upon the night.
    Gun shots ringing, the carousels
    no longer turns, doll babies are no longer loved
    replace with human life
    little red trucks have become stolen cars,
    the smell of gangue dust, pipes
    Of white dust.

    Burning buildings, roars of thunder, no where to hide,
    hear the screams of satins delights
    eyes of tears, shelters of scars.
    As the night the air silently disappear
    Silence like a rat upon the night,
    the smell of rotten flesh,
    that eats the heart of the child.

    Angels run and hide from the deserts of hell
    they wake upon the sun
    hoping to touch the soul
    Of the wondering child.

    Through the windows they
    smother the gentle of innocence
    until there is no more life.

    Genocide that creeps upon the doors
    Black birds of death sit and wait to suck
    there blood. Oh wear oh wear
    Is the light, no where to hide
    No where to run, murders
    That rhymes I have no faith.

    The reality of defeat think has
    Linked the generation of hate
    There is no foundation that is left behind.
    Symbolic images of unity
    Blocked by stupidity.
    The heads without bodies
    The feet without leadership
    The eyes without sight
    The heart without hope
    The history without legacy.
    A body without a soul.

    As the innocence hold on to the elder.
    The black birds sits upon there windows
    The angels that set before the
    Darkness of the night waiting for escape
    The heavenly father cries a tear to
    put out the flames.

    "Innocence cries out to God
    Take me father from the hell I dwell
    As the angels sit with children in clutches
    waiting for God to bring them out the dungeons of hell.

    Ministers dress up as satan
    Cocaine a sniff of deliverance.
    Crack the sacrament of satan
    As the vampires continue
    To leap at the incoherence of souls.

    Crypts that build there commentaries
    Bloods that bites the young
    Gangs of symbolic images
    As they wave the flag red, black, and green
    Criminals on patrol
    Capitalistic dysfunctions
    Cages that cling to the minds of the young.
    Bureaucracy that kill there young.

    Mothers that cripple up cemented wombs
    that don’t give birth
    Abortions that kills the life
    Of the young.
    Love that no longer lives
    within the instructions
    that are mounted within the stone.

    Thunder upon the skies
    Oh God Gun shot ring
    out loud, War zones without light
    Prisons of innocence of life.
    Trails of babies that sit upon
    the light, mother less, father less
    no longer in sight, children of
    the dark that sings there own song.
    Captivity of parents arrested by the young
    Sentence to death, Justice stands
    The child begin to scream a reminder
    to the womb and seed
    Without your guidance I have
    signed the treaty with satan
    Now you shall feel the sins
    of my pain.

  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    deep Ghetto maze and the sin of pain !
  3. watzinaname

    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    When a child is left to raise themselves, the results are not going to be pretty, but gritty. Keep telling it like it is, poetess.
  4. nevar

    nevar Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    working to own my plus size empire.....
    I'm a Georgia Peach!!!!
    ok left me speechless flow on:happens:

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you poets
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you Khasm