true dat
yes,, this is written in a rapper style,, and yes,, the lyrics are explicit,, and yes,, i am nearly 47 years old…. but the the message remains…..
what a difference a moment can make…
so you be thinkin’ you all gangsta
you fuckin’ straight up thug
always one uppin’ yo homies
got the sweetest drugs
got all the bestest bitches
and the sikest hos
ain’t no body fuckin’ wit chew
cuz you cap a bitch, yo!
well brutha let me clue ya
i was once like you
smoothest playa in da ‘hood
had all the ill crazy moves
one night this punk ass poser
start to fuck wit’ my shit
mutha fucka didn’t realize
who he was fuckin’ wit’
dood, i whipped out my gat
i went all al capone
and without a moments notice
both our lives was gone
ten years a go they buried him
but life,, was my decree
yo, even if they let me out,,
i can’t never be free
all dat fuckin’ attitude
and all dat pent up strife
don’t mean fuckin’ shit to no one
when you take a nigga’s life….
true dat…..
by: paisley
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http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/027/e/f/
May 9, 2008 at 6:41 pm
I think I’d have called it 2-4-1. One takin’ the dirt nap, one never gettin’ out. Except where I live they do get out. Sooner than later too. The streets have never been more dangerous. Just for today I’m glad I realize I’m entirely too old to be anywhere near that ridiculous scene. I just turned 46 a couple months back and am looking forward to dying in my own bed or at least at a time and place of my choosing.
May 9, 2008 at 6:42 pm
Good poem !!
Nice rhythm and in the end, a parable. Fun to read, as languag goes. Of today, which actually says a lot. Also, in the writing, we sense that the poet really is more educated than the language put fourth. Good job! Keep writing and analyzing what you write. Poems like this are great because they actually talk to people not only in a beautiful way, but also in a way that they can understand.
May 10, 2008 at 2:56 am
I could hear the bass beat when I was reading this. If I were teaching college English, I’d use this poem as an example of excellent 1st person poetry.