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Crude Oil

Crude Oil

 

 

 

Ghetto strength,

I got ghetto strength

Oozing from a cruising

In shiny Cadillac and flats,

     Leave by left and right down

Streets that keeps the bizzies beat

In steps two by two and blues,

Foot stomping arse kicking

Finger clicking two tone views keeps

The bigots blessed by one hit

     Nazi wonders far far away.

 

 

            Toil and flake

Recoil and shake the hand stamped

By seals of approval for the removal

Of street scene fantasies –

The casualties of gun dumped

Quarry side for a hide - the bribe

Of a dispassionate, cranked up

Flanked up ganged up disappointment

For the anointment by holy water,

      Telling tales of ego for the banged

Up desperado’s travelling white

Lines for cosmic kicks – hits

     Hard taken trying the escaping

Of a former, a colder desperate time.

     And here - here today the hope is

In the brother, who never idles time of day.

 

 

            Sit with me………..

Shit with me the jelly belly

While the weapon soothes the clock!

     Shock with me,

My brothers future for a scholarly

Through chaos came the man he be,

And word, he chose to educate reclaiming

His sense of sanity, of whom he really is -

And this, is what he say;

     Be wise and be yourself,

Let no ghetto blocker put

The stopper on your very own

Triumphant victory,

     My brother, taught his sen well,

And claimed within down deep,

His soul for his to keep, keep away,

Far far away from the hell of streets

Made concrete trying to anchor down

His life.

 

 

 

Michael J Waite

 

5th June 2009

 

◄ Incerlik

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Comments

Steve Smith

Sun 7th Jun 2009 22:56

Mike, there are bundles of lines in this that rap and rip like pneumatic drills in tandem!
Steve Smith

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