The Ghetto GospelA Poem by J StylezAn unfortunate truth.Lift your soulful eyes, my brother I have heard your pleas You shouted from the stoops in your hood Your voice muffled by gunshots and pimp slaps Born into a legacy of abuse Love and kindness were replaced with drugs and alcohol While the kids on tv learned how to ride bikes You were taught to cut and flip It was never a life you wanted Just the one you were given Nancy Regan “Dared“you to say no But you hoped you didn’t get caught It was the only way you could eat As you got older you watched as the streets devoured family and friends Cursing God, you clung to the only thing you knew You fell head first into darkness and never looked back The things you’ve done in the name of survival were devilish Drugs became your only escape Money and power were easily obtained Yet you had no peace Soon, the one’s that respected you lusted after all you had Being two steps ahead was never a problem But years of hard living and weed smoke had dulled you And as you sat on your couch with tar resin baked on your lips You wondered what life would be without all of the things that made you what you were You cried and asked me to take away your pain You didn’t want any of this anymore When the bullets ripped through your chest I gave you my answer Your tears ran down your face as you took your last breath Somehow they washed away all of the hate and shame A slight smile could be seen on your now cold face As I whispered to you the words you always wanted to hear Go now, my brother You are free © 2010 J StylezAuthor's Note
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