Redemption

Redemption

A Poem by Samuel Bailey
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Redemption comes with the price of sacrifice.

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I don’t know where I’ve been,

All I know is I’ve killed the kid,

The one in me, innocence been splattered,

This must be it, needless to say,

I must spit,

Before its blood might as well be rhymes,

More so a message, get with the times,

So I place a fancy beat ,

 Add some sick soliloquys ,

Mix it up with a blend of melodies and metaphors,

Break it down, slang it out to the crowd,

Before you know it young mans been crowned,

That’s just a dream,

A wonderland, never know what will happen,

Better look out - while you think your ahead,

I’m actually about to start lapping,

What’s that, the quiet, no more laughing,

I have been here too long to not speak up,

Times up, grab a cup moist the mouth,

Get it ready for the showing out of a lifetime,


I guess its my time,

No longer will I peddle for the devil,

I didn’t sell my soul I pawned that b***h,

The terms weren’t clear, times were tough

But now I understand, and I want out of here,

I’m taking my s**t ,throwing away my fear

I’m keeping a little bit in my pocket to remind myself though

Never get to close

F**k drawing the line in the sand,

I’m flipping the whole sandbox

To expose the new plan

I had my dance with the devil,

Had a couple spins and a few twist

Champagne I sipped,

Now I’m spitting  out that s**t,

To ignite the slit wrist

Of those who were affected

The broken families, babies neglected

This is for the misrepresented

The ones that have been bamboozled and swindled

The truth is here

Let it ring out , no clichés or shiny metals

This aint no trick, as real at it gets

F**k the devil,

I’m exposing the one walking with arms open,

Only to get you close

Then its over

Whether it’s a noose or a poison toast

He will take you there,

The destination is known, its not where you wanna be

Look at me

I had to crawl out that b***h,

That black hole almost took me over

So now its time to lynch,

The true ignorant one,

The addicted and the pushers ,

the peddlers,

And all yall motha f****s

That follow the hecklers

Stand in line

No f**k that

It’s our time, no more feeding the beast

When it’s all said and done

That man should be deceased

If not,

The next generation has to strap up,

Get ready for battle

Because I won’t stop, and he wont stop

So I thought I told you that we can’t stop

You may be persistent

You may be a baffling b*****d,

But f**k it, I got a whole new hit list,

It includes the ones that go after the weak,

Petty mutha f****s, quick to slap a man that turns the cheek

Well lets’ get it right

This is only the beginning

And it starts tonight, night, night, night



Nas said he’s gonna overthrow the devil

Whether it be with two turntables

Or some elaborate scheme

Whatever it may be,

I’m down, Ive seen the light

I had to get to the darkest spot,

For me to rise I had to first drop

I had to be humbled ,and I see that now

Thanks to he who is above

Out of love we can make it back

But now that we got a description
Gives us a chance to take a step back

Gain some perspective

Retroactive action must happen

Before we may begin overcome the most simplest sin

Time will tell, least now I know

No longer am I head in the sand

Rise up, like Samuel Jackson said

Redemption.


© 2011 Samuel Bailey


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Added on August 11, 2011
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Samuel Bailey
Samuel Bailey

Lilburn, GA



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Jack Sailey traveled in a car across the United States starting from Lilburn, GA and ending in Monterey, California. On this trip he stopped at every major city on the route. He went to bars and resta.. more..

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