In a couple of hours, views I got one thousand but
Somehow men think I'm now a speng 'cause my
Lyrical sound got dumbed down again.
Some now pretend that I'm down with them like I'm
S'posed to be flattered "you run 'round with them?"
I ain't gonna put my thumb down and send, I'm
Shouting "What's good?" cah I'm practically
Out of the hood and I ain't gonna come 'round again. When I
Blow you will never see my face again. I
Hate the ends. I feel like the owner of
Gucci working in H&M, I can't say that I'm
One of them patient men; I'm
Trying to be ghosting the fastest, something like
Nicholas Cage and most other artists.
Home's where the heart is? Cuz, I wear my heart on my
Sleeve -- everybody knows where my yard is.
Can't sound hard to believe; everybody knows I'm a parrers.
I'll only come back to go to the barbers 'cause
I don't wanna see these youths like most of our fathers. Carrying
Food, loads of compartments, living in the grossest apartments,
Still rolling up with holes in their garments.
All of them are angry at me 'cause
I'm so close to departing...
See I said that I weren't gonna dumb down the flow but
Come on, I can't be getting £1 a show. In '0-
6 every man was like "I'm bound to blow",
But I never see gunpowder though
Almost lost the game 1 round ago. I ain't
Harrison, hanging in till Round 4.
I want a yard bigger than a real town hall but
Top of the Grime ladder is still ground floor.
Can't even see if there's no glass ceiling and
Some of you ain't doing it, no hard feelings but
In manners there's imbalance in talents, so
Wack rappers get go-cart wheelings.
Georges acts brave cah the smoke can't screen him and
You're that slave that won't chance freedom.
I'd rather get my foot cut off.
Might feel trapped but I'll never look shut off.
MC's are limited in the things that we know.
So money makes every man an industry hoe. &
We're all dumb little hood niggas thinking
We deserve comfortable good figures. Like
"Watch when I get signed I'ma get mine" get
Wise; you can't buy a nice car if the
Net price is like half your cheque size
Cambridge swag, Harvard neckties? Le-
Git black boys are the humble soldiers
Jungle roamers. Some of us never had dads...
paid more attention to what the
Uncles told us. Dumb hood youngers
All get gassed by the dumb hood olders
Pros & Cons: professionals and convicts
but you never get one good bonus.
And all it comes down to is making P.
Right now I'm a great MC but I'm
Tryna be top dog in HMV. You
Wanna be Top Dog in HMP but when-
Ever anybody is self-destructing
The hardest part is tryna make them see.
All my black friends say life ain't fair &
I say yeah but why should any of my
white mates care? Ask my little brothers it's
Like Daycare how I look after mine but
I never catch them near a book half the time or
Any of the time, and it's not like me &
Freddie were the kind to be heavy on the grind edu-
Cation wise but reassess the situation guys:
When you're the only one who coulda found a way outta this being
Stuck in the hood is down to straight cowardice.
We'd love Oxbridge to be as black as Howard is but
If knowledge is power we're bound to stay powerless.
Yessir! Not one to usually make a comment, but i'll make an exception. 'Simplicity provides a fine line between eloquence and plainness', and you bridged the gap. The message is raw and true. It's only controversial to those who are deaf to the truth. Hats off to you sir, hats off.
TheElShadai 1 year ago 13
@TheElShadai thanks a lot
Shawalin 1 year ago
''I'll only come back to go to the barbers'' LOL - I agree that some are lazy, but I wouldn't go so far as saying that people are not oppresed - sometimes people work hard and still don't make it; some don't work and because of luck or oppportunity they do. If you've made it does not necessarily follow that everyone who was in a position similar to yours can also. The operative word is 'similar' i.e. not the same - With the idiosyncracies of life and the subtle differences nothing is certain.
1389jay 1 year ago 4
@1389jay i really like this response, it's what I was lookin for. The aim of this poem was to undermine the assumption that we are helpless - the degree to which we can all help ourselves is debatable but when did it ever hurt to hope?
Shawalin 1 year ago 5