It's the corner or me ...
As I watch....... you trade your soul for a monetary high,I silently pray , ending with a sigh.
I watch as your street smarts help you to pursuade
the addicts to buy your product.
Then watch you act innocent as the narcs stroll by
eyeing you as a suspect.
I watch..... after a sucessful day of hustling , you come around
the way fresh , clean , minus a concous.
A demeanor so calm , cool , and sure , as you deal
with fienes invading your personal space.
Laced with a wit so quick it cuts without leaving any trace.
no need to explain your case.
Calculating the police's schedules , nick naming each one
for protection.
Possessing everything you need and more to make it in the workforce , Yet countless mentors left you without any other choice. Tough enough to hold your own , yet flexible enough
to crack jokes and smile. So why do you barter your freedom , selling dope. I'm tired of looking at your eyes loosing hope.
The sickest thing is how this invisible force has poisoned your mentality , have you selling to the same people you grew up with. Talking about these dysfunctional people meanwhile shading your own dysfunction.
I watched.... as the occasional customer became the regular customer with no shame , no job , or fear of getting court .
While the pretty girls got hooked around the way , grew into the sickly , homely women doing anything for the satan you sell.
See i watched.... the cycle of hustling to eat , getting arrested swept off the streets,which became a constant repeat. The deeper ,darker the cycle got , the bigger the excuses shone,
it's like you were king on your corner throne.
I was there .....as your mother scraped up bus fare ... traveling way across town to show she cared. The money equalled power to you , plus you felt cool wearing clothes that were new.
I was there ...as you started a family , then stole precious years of their lives . Like you didn't even care..... all the years they had to watch other kids getting love from their daddy's , No cards , explanations ,you just came back home , picking up where you left off ,, in your mind anyway.
I was there...... as you grew older , the game grew colder .. still refused to loose .. so you blew through countless relationships only chasing their caboose. Nothing ....could fill the void that insatiable corner filled. Not stopping to think of those who
prayed ,you wouldn't get your wig peeled.
I couldn't understand a force so strong , you couldn't see the traps were baiting you to do wrong... Never crossing your mind that this was a sin. So strong that you turned your back on those who loved you , the prayer and power that got you through.
How many lives will it take , how many years of mistakes .
your features have matured , yet inside your still a boy trapped in a void. You have ignored examples of people doing life , people dying from the strife ... and still the corner remains your wife....
RDH 7/2011
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