Blacks Love Poems
In The Ghetto

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Living in the getto, coming up hard core.
watching and waiting for my turn of life.
Daddy said he's sick and tired of asking for the bones,
scraps off of the plates of white society.
Daddy said he's working hard for chump change,
and still his kids go to bed hungry.
I promised myself when i grow up things are going to change.

By 13yrs.old ihad a gun, started robbin and stealing,
AHH NOW MY LIFE HAS BEGUN.
Smoking blunts, drinking 40's with the crew.
Hanging out all nite long, trying to find something to do.
Mommy, Daddy yelling and screaming about the things i
shouldn't do.

Shit, had to burn somebody today,
asked the mother fucker to up his shit.
Try to dis me in front my man, had that fuckin gun in my hand, all i did was squezze the fuckin trigger.
As we watch him fall to the ground,snatched his shit and ran, was a joke to me and my man.
The look on his face when he fell to the ground,
inside i was scare,SHIT!, i couldn't belive i just shot a man.
Someone's Dad or son lay on that ground in a pool of blood.

My boy called me the man,just cause i had that gun in my hand,just cause i shot that man.
i tryed to justified by saying he was a white man,
Yeha that sounded right that ease my mind,
just one less white man laid on the ground.

Guess i did all right 150.00 in my hands,gonna get fucked up tonite blunts and 40's.
Someones yelling frezze or i'll blow your fucking head off,
bright lights shinig in my face,they shove my face hard into the round.
read me my rights, hand cuff me real tight.
Stayed at the 81st alnite found the man died last nite.
judge hit me with a body count,told me life in the joint is what i had.
Now doing time behind the wall, being a young boy back then,
be a man or give up your ass for the rest of your bid.
I decied then either be killed or kill to keep your manhood from getting snatched,
had to cut and stabbed them to keep them off of this young ass,
found me a family who's got my back.

Mommy cried, my Daddy gave up,who gives a shit anyway,
He told me i was no good and they should lock me up
anyway told me i was an animal that needed a cage.
Now i'm a lifer and jail is my home.
26yrs.old, i grew up strong, prison was my teacher,
and i was taught well,now my life is over.
I'll never see the streets again, they said i'm an animal
and a danger to society.

I thought my life had just begun that seems like a million years ago.

Just a stupid kid with a gun in my hand.
Just threw my whole life away, not the man.
Just a number is what i am, no face,
No name, just a bunch of fuckin ######'s
to say who and what i am!!

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