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the street reverends network

When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a sinner pay
I heard a wise man once say "thugs pray"
But still slugs spray from the double barrels
Fallin pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin prophets
Release the pain from mydeepest closet
It's like a secret that we keep in bondage
First be it the soul, send to haunt the empty halls
Memories painted on the wall
Like The Lamb's Blood on the doors,
A ghetto movie, with no sequels
But I still show you previews
That will free you, from your evil
A young girl, cookin' her-on, over hot tea spoons
Old G's are all evil, usin dope needles
We live in the black hole, where no one can hear us
The valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors
The world will fear us, first make 'em feel us
The Solomon couldn't say it better
It's all vanity, and sanity
We come from broken families
My own family abandoned me,
The spirits of Lords dont know me, I grew up hungry
The fears want me, to bring me to the hills of his country
So they can jump me, feel me up, in this land and dump me
Damn right I said it bluntly
I ain't scared of none of y'all
Hopin one day I'd turn to junkey
But only God can judge me, words of Makaveli
can you hear me? I Told you y'all  gonna feel me
So check out my darkest secrets, my truest confessions
Come to you as a blessing, parental viewing in this aggression
is advised, tune in to the wise, zoom in your eyes
Step up closer, to the light, like death behind u'r eyes
Wisdom be ultra right
Explosive to the sight, 3D, virtual reality
Verbal mentality, come with me
Load up your gun with me, run with me
Become one with me, this is channel 17
High definition, ghetto TV, DVD
Cable networks, stick your fingers
in the bullet holes in my sweatshirt
Take it out and taste the blood, so you can see that its real
A View From bellow, the street reverends network.

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  • XneverXgoodXenoughX
    September 19

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    i can really relate to this so it made it that much better. it was a little bit long for my liking, but the content made up for that. nice job and good luck


  • KnightOfTheRose gold member
    August 30

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    A very strong poem you have here. You did a great job on this piece. Great job on this and best of luck in my contest and the other contests that this poem is entered in



    -Steve-


  • rinzurajan
    August 28

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    carries a strong message... i loved the honesty in ur words... as if this was a confession... and the flow was perfect and never broke at anytime...

    my favourite lines

    We live in the black hole, where no one can hear us
    The valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors
    The world will fear us, first make 'em feel us
    The Solomon couldn't say it better
    It's all vanity, and sanity
    We come from broken families
    My own family abandoned me,
    The spirits of Lords dont know me, I grew up hungry
    The fears want me, to bring me to the hills of his country
    So they can jump me, feel me up, in this land and dump me
    Damn right I said it bluntly
    I ain't scared of none of y'all
    Hopin one day I'd turn to junkey
    But only God can judge me, words of Makaveli
    can you hear me? I Told you y'all gonna feel me
    So check out my darkest secrets, my truest confessions


    they shook me up...wow..is all i can say...

    good luck




  • Forgotten Anomaly
    August 8

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    This was very well written, it flowed wonderfully and I almost started reading it aloud as I made my way along. You have a few errors in this spelling wise and in a few places you fell back on chatspeak but overall it was well done. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.


  • enlightenedatheist
    June 28

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    Like The Lamb's Blood on the doors,
    A ghetto movie, with no sequels
    But I still show you previews
    That will free you, from your evil
    A young girl, cookin' her-on, over hot tea spoons
    Old G's are all evil, usin dope needles

    this was my favorite part. very descriptive. my only recommendation would be to break this up into stanzas so it is more like a poem and less like a long paragraph


  • MichaelLeeSmyth
    June 28

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    I guess the main issue is that by the time the lesson is learned it can be quite late in the game for anything to be done about it. The prophets still lie in quiet repose as the message that they had is still ignored by those who they tried to save. Seeking escape from the despair of the grind of reality we turn towards that which will, if nothing else allow us to numb ourselves from it , for a while at least.
    Excellent write
    Peace


  • Fallen-Muse
    June 21

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    This was very interesting. It flows extremely well and once I formed a beat for it, it sort of became like a freestyle. Great job... you r so gonna be one of my favorites.

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