Quiet Poetry Lounge : WHO'S THE BIGGER *****

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  1. kenyatta

    kenyatta Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Six foot four for sure, as he busted her jaw,
    had me wondering what the hell he really did that for.
    She was a four eleven queen, 120 pounds at best,
    when her man I mean her ***** put her jaw to the test.

    Yo bro I got the blow, the get high for sure,
    just try it one time and you'll be back for more,
    is what I'll endure just to go to the store,
    now why the hell they wanna do that to me for?

    Then sleazy miss easy, who just wants to please me,
    walks past my house, in a see thru to tease me,
    not knowing that I'm shaking and I'm really afraid,
    cause her last four suckers done shribbled from aids.

    Now night falls, and the drama begins,
    as once more I find myself locked within.
    Pow pow, we hit the floor and I do mean all,
    ain't trynna be no Tupac or no Biggie Smalls,

    As 38's, 45's and even desert E's,
    is all that my trembling eyes can see,
    as I ask, is this really called reality?
    Is this the price I have to pay all because I'm black,
    or was it bigger ****** that took us of track?

    What happened to our women to create such a glitch,
    to the point where they're proudly callin themselves *****?
    Proud to be a hoochie, proud to be a skizzer,
    as long as I got treats, she says I can please her.

    What happened to our brothers to make them go beserk,
    no hope, no faith, no love, no work,
    as they compete in a war that they just can't figuere,
    a war never won about who's the bigger *****.

    Red and blue hankies are now wrapped on our heads,
    while the graveyards are filled with our babies now dead,
    dying for every color but our own,
    in hopes that just once they'd throw us a bone.

    Now the weekend approaches and the cycle begins,
    as I peep out and wonder just who's peeping in.
    I'll walk the streets where hustlers raise hell,
    where hoes, thugs and dealers all prevail,

    and every once in a while I'll feel joy again,
    from the smile of a black man that's broken the chains,
    the chains of being caught in this game trynna fifuere,
    which shadow out there is really the bigger *****.

    Peace

    Keita Otiba Kenyatta
    copyright 2003
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    wow.........dis was off da hook !!
    ya pen stroking smooth
     
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    it was well felt too yet we just don't use the N word here at all
    we been labled this far too long now to even continue to speak
    it from our tongues .
     
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    Loved this poem...very tight, and very realistic. much love to you.
     
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    indeed to the top
     
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