Upside Down

They call it the circle of life
I call it the circle of strife
Give a dog a bone
Let that dog alone
Hookers and whores
The city wants
More of you
To prostitute the good in you
Drugs on streets
Careful when you speak
No snitching
More twitching
Numb mouths
And empty stomachs
I cant stomach
The state of my people
And the state of our home
Momma working three jobs
Means momma leavin them alone
So the streets become their village
That’s left to raise her child
Start tokin' black and milds
That turn into weed
Cant make the weed turn into wheat
Holey socks and tattered feet
Beat the heat
And duck for cover
My young brother
That only knows his mother
Through her multiple lovers
To scared to lead his tribe
Loose wide hipped women
Prepare to be baby mammas instead of brides
Why
Has this become the mentality
Of many
And the aggravation of few
Flipped upside down
This world is upside down
I said flipped upside down
This world is upside down
What are we to do?

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Permalink Reply by Speedy Kid on September 14, 2008 at 8:06pm: DAMN! this is deep. i cant wait to hear more from you; ▶ Reply to This

Permalink Reply by Tywanda on September 17, 2008 at 6:29am: lol ... thanks Speedy; ▶ Reply to This

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