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ENSLAVED STREETS

Poetry By: rashada anu
Non-fiction


STREET LIFE


Submitted:Jul 5, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


WANNA STOMP A BROTHA OR SISTA DOWN

THINKING UPON YOUR HEAD IS A CROWN
BROTHAS AND SISTAS IN THA STREETS
HAVE THA FLOW AND THA BEATS
WITH THE SPIRIT NOT WILLING TO ACCEPT DEFEAT
YOU CAN TELL BY THE SOLES OF OUR FEET
MONEY SEEMS TO BE THE FALSE TREASURE
BUT THE FLOW OF HONEY BE OUR PLEASURE
ENSLAVED IS THE STREETS OF DRUGS AND HOES
EVENTUALLY SUNG IS THE TALE OF WOE
IN DARKNESS SOULS ARE LOST
EVENTUALLY WITH THA QUESTION WAS IT WORTH THA COST
WICKEDNESS TENDS TO ENSLAVE
SENDING MANY TO AN EARLY GRAVE
TIME TO OPEN OUR HEARTS TO THE LIGHT
EVENTUALLY WICKEDNESS HAS TO FACE THE DARK OF THE NIGHT
IT'S NEVER TO LATE TO TURN AROUND
THERE IS GREAT JOY TO SING I WAS LOST BUT NOW IM FOUND
THERE'S A CHANCE IN EACH NEW DAY
REALIZE WISDOM SPEAKS EVENTUALLY FOR EVERY WRONG DECISON ONE MUST PAY
BETTER TO GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY
THEN TO LEARN THINGS THE HARD WAY
DOESNT ONE SEE WHERE THIS PATH HAS LED
MUCH BLOOD HAS BEEN SHED
EACH DAY MORE AND MORE WIND UP DEAD
INSTEAD OF PROMOTING WHAT IS KILLING
LET'S KEEP FROM ANYMORE BLOOD SPILLING
WE NEED TO JUMP ON THE ONE LOVE BUS
LETS STOP ALL THE FIGHTING AND FUSS
IT TIME TO HELP ONE ANOTHER CONQUER THE EVIL IN US




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