They say "life happens to the best of them",
& all I see are memorials happening to the BEST of them.
No old head guidance, so yeah I blame y'all too .
Stuck in your own "safe space" and you only come out once they're through.
Shooting each other and killing , that is ..
& my city don't solve our murders,
Commonwealth ready for US to hurt US..
I grew up with these brothers,
They didn't want their life to come to this.
Now the gun has become their 911
Their standardized test
Their unfortunate mess
It's their "80% must pass in order to see real success"
Blood on his body laid cold ,
It has now become the school principal looking into his SOUL ,
Watching him as his high school days would be his only PRIME ,
Cause we all know he won't make it to graduation or to the next line ..
& the next line for the BOYS ,
Happen in the after life !
They always had their "opp" on the left,
But both boys must "walk to the right" .
OH THE BOYS ,
Drowning in their own pool
Making all their own rules..
It's like Kanye really played you King,
Had you thinking you were invincible
& the master of a real niggas theme.
It's like PAC should've came back and said
"What's rap talent, if you ain't here to hear.. my nigga."
Like Biggie should've left you a note asking if you wanted beef or your body,
Oh here's to the BOYS that are making the destruction of their life someone else's hobby.
& it's hard to fathom ,
This a big pill to swallow ,
Cause as I write this before hand obituary ,
I know it's possible for you to be in the cemetery
& the worst part, is we never know when..
but we ALWAYS know how ,
It's always Somebody from some hood,
Some hood that can't get up ,
Some hood that can't save them ,
Some hood that won't protect them,
Some hood that helps neglect them,
Some BOY, from some hood, is going to lay your ass out.
Some BOY, from some hood, plans to put a bullet in your mouth.
Some BOY, from some hood, is going to lay right next to you when you're DEAD.
& at that point,
Whatever side of the hallway , of the highway,
Whichever side of heaven you stood on..
won't a single person give a shit.
But OH ... the Boys will never get it.
YOU ARE READING
Oh The Boys...
PoetryA tell "tale" for the boys I love , the boys I've watched as we grow up , the boys in my city, the boys who are developing their own name, but most importantly... this is to the boy who might get killed or is already laid back .
