The Ghetto Philosopher

Dry base music loud up passed…

Caught big fish to send them up stream…

Instant grits, politics to hold the mayor hostage from her own money…

Bought upset stomachs…

Mad gone mad wild…

A young child caused to kill someone…

Devils and demons scared of those lethal street professors…

That preach survival Gospel…

Hymn notes by morris code…

Of a King and Queen’s perfection…

 

 

Abortion of dead beat fathers…

Scandalous women…

Murder the man…

Body’s behind blinds…

That entered her…

Vice versa…

Common since can be your hero or enemy…

Compared to where you’ve been…

Can goods…

No organ foods here…

Starch…

Stout…

Stomped on coca cola…

Plus little boy brown…

Pigs who pull triggers to fast…

To count…

Turning my niggaz into oink oink killers…

That don’t give a flying fuck about…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chest poked out through vests…

Shirt of armor…

Sorry…

This is northwest…

We live in the land of clout…

100,000 gun offenders…

Rusty Ak47s raised…

In December…

These arms floating here…

From the backs of trains…

Cargo crates…

Automatically immune to tragedy…

Consumed by places like…

Charles Hickey and Milton Bradley…

The streets love us more then our mothers did…

Dads dead…

Or in prison cages for to damn many numbers…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Defiant gingivitis of the presidents mouth piece…

Jumps in to bed with far white wings,..

Excuse me…

Far right wings…

Becoming extinct for us…

Carmen San Diego is here…

Let’s leave with her…

Before the harbour of enslaved souls…

Bought…

Turning it into a tourist attraction…

Elephants in the communities room…

I’m gone…

 

 

 

 

 

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