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The Food- SGBanks Mix

Poetry By: SGBanks
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I wrote this poem after listening to Common's rap "The Food". Hope you like it. Oh also can you point out the references I made in this poem. I also wrote it in slang to go better with the poem.


Submitted:Feb 10, 2013    Reads: 32    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   


I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me
I, no I can't let it ride
No,no,not tonight
See I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me

A man arrested for selling weed to support his family financially

Whats worst, a man dessert eagled down

Before he could say his last goodbyes to his family

Thats bad...

Especially with young ones learning to play the game

Why not? They came learning right out the wound

Now in 6th grade speaking that street hustler slang

It just hurts me to my heart mane

Just met a dude who tried to sell me green and white to ease the pain

But the pain is too deep

They say zzzzz it off but how can I

When every night bursting clips keep me from my sleep

I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me
I, no I can't let it ride
No,no,not tonight
See I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me

I think theirs nicotine in this street life

My homie just left from behind bars

Already he back to hustling

Syas the man won't hire him and he gets little paper from the government

This is what he has to do

Making a couple benjamins a night

At the risk of doing 25 to life

Were all victims of the struggle

Swimming beneath the sky

With ones who always think they above you

I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me
I, no I can't let it ride
No,no,not tonight
See I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me

I have king dreams

That one day my poetry will be what the spoken word is to the people

If I die today I want others to carry on my cause

So that there will be no sequel

Maybe my words will inspire like Malcolm

Maybe a better place will be the outcome

If I lay my pen down, I could be the last of my breed

So I'm going to get this message out before this world I leave

I, I know I could make it right
If I could just swallow my pride
But I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me
I, no I can't let it ride
No,no,not tonight
See I cant run away or put my pen away
You can't front on me





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