Osama, Obama, Oh Mama, Mo' Drama

Osama, Obama, Oh Mama, Mo' Drama

A Poem by Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe
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When I recite this one, it gets progressively louder and more passionate as I'm angered. That's why I "typed" it starting small, then it enlarges, but gets smaller by the end. I hope you enjoy.....

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                  Yes, I know my enemies…….

There the teachers who taught me to fight me

Compromise, Conformity, Assimilation, Submission, Ignorance, Hypocrisy, Brutality, The Elite……All of which are American Dreams, All of which are American Dreams,……. ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN DREAMS!!!!

             -  Rage Against The Machine, Know Your Enemy  

 

 

Osama, Obama, Oh Mama
           
Mo
' Drama

by Bridgey "CrazyGuyOutsideTheCornerstoreScreaminAtAir" McLovin

 

 

Life's a b***h and then you marry one
And it's a scary One Life to Live
I've experienced kids having kids with jail bids double they age
A gun cocked and waived, and shoots in the face
Of another brotha that shorted him 20 bucks the other day
If there's another way to escape the ghetto, we'll never know
Those who keep their lives straight, and keep their mouths closed,
May get a job for minimum wage?

You mean to tell me that people in this place
Are either dead, or dead broke, or dealing dope
Jail bids, sharing a cage?
But then, our heads of state got billion tucked away
For bailouts and oil wars

while the poor is ignored?
We're getting played and paid low
You think we're getting saved?
JESUS CHRIST 

If he were buried, 
He would be, spinning in his grave to see us as slaves

grow up inside a maze
Killing each other for cheese like trapped rat renegades

Shooting bullets is praised

Buildings laying decayed
We're in the place where our police get paid in drug raids
Abandoned playgrounds where kids can't play
And the homeless hangs out
Backboards with no rims

and monkey bars rusted out
Where Babies are have babies
And baby daddies running away
Where young girls are called "mommy"

before they're called "teenage"
Low income homes
From trailer park trash  

to ghetto brownstones
Plantations to
reservations

Debating the reality to roam

Today, poor isn't a color

but the winning color is GREEN$

You either get it or forget

Living thee American Dream

So I ask the "other half" to seek privacy
Before you laugh
And could you please, before you leave
Remove your dick from our a*s?!?!
The games they're playing
Raising gas with no explanation
Dollar menu heaven

Work payday hell 

with no vacation

High prices, with no helping hand
Just Hamburger Helper

With no bail out plan, no stress relief
So more Alka Seltzer

Citizens, go "Helter Skelter"
Mother nature, We melt her
Our Mentality, “F**k you, pay me!” 

As our morality welters

Women want their respect

with Twitter pics showing their breasts

Then are upset when boys

expect meaningless sex

No health care? They don't care

Have a seat in the chair.

You'll sit in that waiting room forever

Like you're not even there
We're like kids legally grown
The bling your wrist that's shown 
Comes with the limbs

Of little kids in Sierra Leone
There's no place like home 
High mortgage rates

You'll can't own
No glove, Mo' love

But who's the father is unknown
Our teachers get no respect
Our preachers lie and collect
Condemn Superbowl n*****s  
But sell pills to get erect?

We elect evil

& expect regal behavior

from these people

100,000 jobs lost

for every one

fired C.E.O.

Holy & Oil wars

so now we need

extended soldier tours

No cancer cures

Lawyers charm injustice

From jurors

Opportunity is

closing doors

The wealthy

still want more!

Damn,

my a*****e's sore!!

WHAT THE F**K

IS IT ALL FOR?!!?!??!

 

Breathe...

I just try to live, before it's time to leave
I just, wanna be happy

I just wanna... Be

© 2012 Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe


Author's Note

Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe
I hope you enjoy this one. This is my mama's favorite one! Lol I started writing this 8 years ago and I only recently finished it. I haven't recited it yet, but I hope to soon. I hope you enjoy.

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A mama's favourite and a J. Black's favourite too!

Such an "in-your-f*****g-face" kinda poem where it stars out small, but you don't feel like the people hear ya, so then you get louder and louder until people see nothing but the red and anger you possess.

"Life's a b***h and then you marry one." -- you started out with a bangin' line, that I was captivated from the start.

It was so powerful and full of emotions, but to actually hear YOU read this would be mind blowing. I really think you should record yourself and then put it on a playlist just so people can really get that feel. Overall, this is the first piece I've reviewed from ya, and I like you. You got raw talent and it's creative. So glad that you stopped by and told me to read this. You do not disappoint, that's for sure. Hats off to you!


Posted 15 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.




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Pardon my vulgarity please....

Holy F*****g S**t...

That was absolutely amazing...I could feel my heart swell with the emotions in this piece. And all of it's true. But the sad truth is, we all have the power to get out of a bad situation, and everyone wants to, but nobody tries anymore. The age of innovation has died like chivalry.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Today's society is truly a contradiction, where the rich get richer and the poor never win. Nothing supports that more than the words in this poem. You've once again brought light to subjects constantly looked over. This poem is really good simply because of it's reality and truth, but you make great with your intelligent rhyme and word choice.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is an interesting piece and I could actually see it as a song. Good job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Damn. That's all I gotta say. Props from Seattle.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Tell me who could of said it any better? No one! This is absolutely excellent...every word screams truth...and yet, 'they' still talk to us in lies as though we don't understand what truth is...love the way your poems speak the truth...no need to dig for it...it's right there for all to see...should anyone be offended then they have missed the point altogether and may even be one of 'them'. Great write, Bridgey!
There are still some honest working people out here who aren't afraid to tell it like it is...you're one of 'em!
Bravo!!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


OH YES!!!!! WOW Most definitely worth the 8 year wait!!!

Definitely that "makes me wanna holla" vibe! FIve snaps!!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


very ,very good. amazing. i love the flow, the message you got across, the way you played with the words while listing all our problems that come down to one common denomonator:money.it's so true i love it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow!!! Really good! Excellent! Expresses so much of the anger that people feel over their horrifying neighborhoods and lack of respect. Frustration.....that's what I hear throughout this.

Tell your mama she's got excellent taste!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is great. and i love the power behind your words. Your words get bigger as they get louder and louder and i was reading it louder in my head

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yeah, I love that first line too. It pulls you in and sets you up in a way that is more than just complaining. Kinda shows how there is so much wrong in this world/country yet we all seem to feed into it and support it in a backhanded kinda way. Kind of a raging "Sign O' The Times" :)

Love it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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