Category: Spoken Words

Our mothers

Its not like him, no matter what he always called me. This is our mom thinking of us while we was running the streets. When we didn’t come home they’ll call the courts and precincts hoping we was locked up with our friends, if we wasn’t there they knew we was somewhere in some hospital […]

20/30

Hello 911 police fire or paramedic? Please please someone is following me! Where are you? Ma’am ? Hello?….. Don’t say a word! Give me your wallet, she kicks and scratches, he punches and slaps, she’s down. Why are you doing this to me? Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up! He feels this […]

Being bullied. 30/30

Damn there they go again, the same guys, i want to turn around and walk the other direction, I just don’t want them to think I’m a wuss, I’m not scared I just don’t like problems, they are problems! we had a few run in’s in the past, it was always after my math class […]

Kumbaya

Kumbaya my lord Lights turned off refrigerator is hot, 7 or 8 people in a 1 bedroom, full of folding cots, at night it’s so ever quiet, the only sounds you hear are the 7 or 8 bellys, howling a hunger riot, we placed pillows over bellys so the sound dampers, baby’s wrapped in cloth, […]

The Devil Temps

The devil temps so don’t go letting him work for you, as soon as an evil thought is derived, he’s immediately notified, off the deaf dumb and blind he thrives. For instance… Guns I carry a gun for protection, i walk the hood, mean muggers are mugging, i mug back, I should of not paid […]

Urban Poetry

I knew when it was diner time I heard moms whistles out the window it would echo echo echo, I would drop everything haul ass to my house to feast, wasn’t guaranteed that the next day we would be able to eat, that’s just how it was. Moms would buy two slices cut them in […]

Shorty Thug

I watched them, they stood outside days through nights like watchmen. cars, rims, jewelry, all shinning, this is the vintage south bx, castle hill, soundview, the bully and Watson… I walked through these streets with my dad, I was a familiar face, i saw what would always take place… Hand to hand gestures to legendary […]

Door Ajar

I was soul searching while the reaper was searching for my soul, i was walking through the fire of hell at just twelve years old, i had to keep walking or I would of died from ghetto monoxide, my soles were burning, as long as i kept running i would evade the flames consumption, so […]

I'm so glad to be me!

I’m so glad to be me! I’ve been lied to, people made me promises they always broke, i was never really cared for, so poor I had to wait till the first or third day of the month for mammas food stamps, or the money from dads social security so we could eat, I loved […]

Tunnel Vision

I had tunnel vision, there was no light at the end so it was a dark journey, I was passed the torch of street life fame Didn’t help me in this dark journey, it had no flame So aIl I really was, was a name in this journey He’s this he’s that I was blind […]

Mind Tricks

My motto was why stop?, all the guys that dropped could of stopped, they didn’t, so I’m not, fuck it come kill me, I was rebelling, why? Because inside i was hurting. So many died, I didn’t want the world to think I was weak alone, don’t ever disrespect my gangster, I had to much […]

The Hustle

I’ve pitched on corners where original gangsters told me I couldn’t, I didn’t care, my dad was “indio” all I had to do was throw his name in the air, the respect was there. The stick up kids wouldn’t dare. My dad was a hustler of all sorts, mvp in the game of death or […]

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