The LQA Poem by ScirroccoInspired by a part time grind I hold
Standing at the lottery machine an old man hands me his bible...
Numeric prayers upon a page...
We bullshit for a minute he walks away waiting for that eight o' clock hour to see if he's been saved
And I stand amazed how we depend on idols from the cradle to the grave
Dollar signs and faces upon paper rule the land of deceit and the home of the enslaved
Where I started my revolution with a New Years Eve resolution
To clear my mind of all pollution
Born sinner but you can catch me on the mountain praying for absolution
You need to understand I'm only human
An old woman just cashed her social security check and tells me to hand her a bottle of her medicine
All of a sudden I've become a pharmacist
I know exactly what she needs so I hand her a bottle of Majorska and a packet of Anacin
I see the same faces of all races I'm even starting to see them in different places
Hood rats and young thugs talking about catching cases
On a block where no one carries I.D. so the cops have to remember street names and faces
Youth die prematurely thinking the all mighty dollar brings them greatness
It's a twisted way of thinking but being broke is baseless
I know a hood rat turned princess body built for sex and brainless you
Know the type ---- aimless
Knew her for mad years, survival through mad fears
Cold at an early age can no longer shed tears
Family life was turbulent, moms a dope fiend and never taught her about being abstinent
Now she's knocked up seven months pregnant and HIV infected
Just doesn't make sense, but I understand yo that life is hectic
So that next breath I respect it, see a silver spoon I was never blessed with
Just the ability to lyrically wreck s**t, live fast and die quick
There's this kid who often thinks to much, unloads thoughts on paper writing rhymes and such
Often wonders what sets him apart, what makes him different
How to stand out and get people to acknowledge his existence
Quite type so he expresses himself in sentence
Watched him grow developing discipline and confidence
Serving rappers from project tenements to suburban basements
Come a long way since being an apprentice
Raised as an underground emcee, the kid becomes a lyricist
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Added on February 18, 2008AuthorScirroccoNew Jerusalem, NJAboutA true Scorpio and it shows in what I write. I'm not one to follow a format, I just write... Sometimes I'm straight to the point with what I'm saying and at other times you have to actually think abou.. more..Writing
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