NYPD ready to keep your souls in check,
Weed and piss the aura in the project stair steps,
Inhale cuz we're in hell,
Guns blast no one tells,
Snitches receive bulletholes,
Street gangs are in control,
Leaking ceiling little dreamings,
A Series of nightmares but who the hell care,
It's like a third world country that the government pushes aside,
The ghetto is dying but no one hears the cries,
9-year-old boys selling white rocks,
Little girls doing anything to be on top,
There are no children in the hood,
Innocence don't exist yet it's still all good,
Do you know how it feels being raised with fear,
Death might come today but you can't shed a tear,
I never ran from the Ku Klux klan yet I'm running from a black man,
I guess black on black crimes are accepted cuz no one protesting to keep me protected,
I got the inner city blues like Marvin,
Trigger happy cops looking for a target,
You don't agree then what news station are you watching cuz bodies are being dropped from NYC to Compton,
I ain't complaining when I'm stating the blues,
Just coming from the heart and speaking the truth,
This ain't a story or some goddamn fantasy,
Just the inner city blues you gotta live through to believe.
YOU ARE READING
Uncle Sam, Goddamn
Poetry"I'm fucked up, nigga you fucked up, but if God got us, nigga we gon' be alright"- Kendrick Lamar Tyler Perry gave us the Diary of a Mad Black Women. I give you, The Poems Of A Black Youth, Uncle Sam, Goddamn.
