Gunshots ring out through the streets, just another gangster prodigy.
Waken up dirty, cold, stiff, sore and alone.
Babies screaming, bitch is on the telephone.
Smoke revolving around a steel barrel
Some dumb nigga in the alley finally facing mortal peril
His mama screaming that it’s “unfair”.
Calling out for the Lords prayer
Shit man, I don’t even care
Rusted pipes cracked bleeding walls
Reckless tags splattered all down the halls
Bars on our dirty broken window
Drug dealer on the corner tryin’ keep it on the down low
Teenage girl ain’t nothing but a ho
Popo got her cuffed across the way pepper sprayed
She’s spitting how “everybody got to get paid.”
Pit Bulls drooling rabid at the end of chains
Homeless veteran shootin’ H in his veins
Blood stained sidewalks stretch out before me
Littered in waste and human debris
Middle aged man he was a father of three
Shot dead in a corner store robbery
This is every day and every night
I wait for god’s vengeance at first light
Running out of reasons to fight
Feel like I’m always losing in this game
Hearts around here know nothing but shame
Sucker entertainers proclaim this life in fame
Dirty beds, hungry mouths, working hard
She was a single mother and got no regard
Baby’s daddy told her she would never be anything
He tore out her soul and cut her wings
Can’t ever seem to catch up on bills
Put the little one to bed and OD’d on pills
Put my hood over my head
Out here looking for a way to bring home the bread
Hurts in the pit of my stomach, pending dread
Waiting to cross the busy intersection
Lost in thoughts of personal introspection
Contemplating spiritual resurrection
Sudden jolt like cardiac arrest
Blood pouring from my chest
Dying before I could resolve my inner contest
Tires squeal around the block
Visions getting blurry bodies going into shock
All the things I didn’t have time to confess
Feelings of guilt I try to suppress
I’ll just be a smeared reminder of my people’s pain
Self destruction, killing one another with no gain
So many things I left undone
Little boy at home, he’s my son
He’ll grow up without his father in hate
Had so much to tell him now it’s too late
Lined in chalk
End of another day on the block
Silent tears of a child on his own
Lost in a world where no mercy is shown
Gunshots ring out through the streets, are we really the epidemy of a Gangster prodigy?
A contest entry
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400 points, ended November 3, 2008, 47 entries
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Strangely enough this poem reminded me of an old Elvis song (since he's been gone over thirty years I guess they are all old Elvis songs) called "In the Ghetto". Your modern approach to the rapid fire wording shows why rap music resonates with its listeners. Powerful imagery and a strong message. I look forward to your entry in the next round. Peace, Liz
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SO powerful, your words are like bullets. Great entry - good luck
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fukin class write man, you got the rhymes, ha im needin to brush up after readin that
keep it up.
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wow
i dont mean to be steriotypical but usually i prefer darker poems usually classed as "emo" or "gothic", but i think this is my actual favourite amougnst all the poems i've read on this website.
i really like the idea of a kind of contrasting character (the character refered to within the line "He tore out her soul and cut her wings") within an area full of hate and death.
actually really made me think about all the things i take for granted, after readin this im actually really glad i have such a good life as i do. I wish there was summen i could do to help the people who have to go through all of that who don't deserve it!
im actually really impressed!
by far the best i've read!
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Very good
This is a terrifying poem. There are uncountable images of utter despair in these lines. That despair is multiplied by the sudden line "This is every day and every night". I also like the line "He tore out her soul and cut her wings", because of the violent verbs "tore" and "cut". Having the poem end with the narrator's death, leaving behind an orphan who will inevitably spiral into the same life, was a nice touch. A very good poem.
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