Step into my shoes,
Tie-up my black forces and transverses this Stone savanna ravaged by sullen bosom beast.
You question my lifestyle, but it's only one Law on these corners: eat or be ate_
If you're not accustom to this life we could never Relate...thirsty seeds planted in tainted soil And water by hate.
put the hood on my flesh, pride on my Shoulders, and left my feelings on the curve .
She asked me,"When you're going to Change?"
I told her,"Them niggas down the block Holding grips don't understand the word."
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Concrete
PoetryWe live in a society where our melanated brothers are deemed malefactors and placed at the bottom of America's social totem pole. "Concrete" enlivens the wails of all these swarthy voice unheard. It giving testimony to the plight unseen by so many...
