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The Begining Of The Saga

Contributed by compton-tre-block on Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 03:38:11 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
the first time you get locked up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
get to the corner when I got to make a sale
at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell???
or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
not gun shots, we're immune to those..
some of my friends first bids are two to fours
others are on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch Son's walk through the door
for the last time 'till they get seen at the morgue
life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin' the path chosen
from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
cuz I cant get richer off the tracks I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
look at my life..
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is
now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
as if Picasso's spirit entered me
starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies
I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
yet his seek keeps bloomin'
uneffected by police intrusions
or street illusions we were consumed wit'
I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
I mean we cool, but I don't need to bull*****
my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
we ain't built the same so mind games are useless
times change, like the climate I change
check the forecast, I reign
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise
you've been conquered
blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit inside my residence
and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
and cabs that won't stop for Black Males
undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares
Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
MC's are fiction yet there's actual facts here
like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair....
bronze skin and like niggaz his life was short
people listened to his stories and the parables wrote
But son, hold ya head,and stear clear of the drama
life is the interlude to death,this is only the saga.....




Copyright © compton-tre-block ... [ 2005-02-21 15:38:11]
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Re: The Begining Of The Saga (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniels_Princess on Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 06:03:27 PM AEST
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Imma be straight up, you got a lot of talent, dont waste it. Believe in yourself and you can get far. I can honestly say I could hear that on the radio, thats true life. From the stuff of yours Ive read so far..this is the best. Imma say it again, dont waste your talent, get yourself known, you can go far..i left you a reply on ya other post.."Gangsta poetry" be sure to check it, aight?


Re: The Begining Of The Saga (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 09:13:13 PM AEST
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You are so talented. Great write. Much peace. Laura


Re: The Begining Of The Saga (User Rating: 1 )
by mina-1 on Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 08:07:47 AM AEST
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this is absolutely great. Boy you've got talent.
Don't waste ya talent, go for it. You've got alot of potential and I can see u getting far bro.
Peace to u,
Sue


Re: The Begining Of The Saga (User Rating: 1 )
by freckle on Tuesday, 22nd February 2005 @ 05:40:12 PM AEST
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This was great. You impressed me by thinkin about your rhymes and not just saying anything stupid cause it rhymed. Keep writing and people will keep reading, you are good at it. Thanks for sharing!

Carol




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