Crew Love

Crew Love

A Poem by Mr. Deft Diction
"

This goes out to my homeboy who, from the reports we've been recieving, has been killed in prison. Some of us leave so young.

"

Damn, yo...

you were Illywordz@....

yahoo.com;

a brother from another mom,

now you're just

gone.

First offense for a crime,

with an eight-year bid.

Regardless of what the Fed's said,

you ain't deserve that bid.

Almost back at the Wood,

facing trial for what some other guy did;

but they never protected you, though...

that's how them C.O.'s is...

some of us got back to talking,

it seems to be more about long distance,

as I'm beating myself up for never paying you a visit.

2000, summertime, Accord with the VA plates.

Soul II Soul bangin' "Back to Life",

Damn, I miss those days!

And shop closed for a minute,

but now it's back to business...

still get a little choked when I see those pictures.

Shining bright like halogen light fixtures,

I see you...

my n***a.

 

E-Rock contacted me.

Me, D-Shot and Stone stay rappin'.

Denise and Nancy still dope,

I still hear the homeboy Murph laughin'....

I couldn't wait to get up with my Ace,

then this bullshit happens.

Deidre hit me on the Myspace,

and Stella's doing time in Iraq.

Philly Smitty and Genise did the same,

and the both game back.

A did, too,

he's in Germany with Frances.

After all of the drama I'd knew he'd take his chances.

Life revolves beyond still;

but never the same,

so I mean it when I say....

damn, my n***a.

 

Prayer is powerful....

but it doesn't always help,

although I do feel it working as I'm writing these stanzas.

They tell us to man up,

all the while still saying 'damn' us.

Aluminum cookie-cutter-type,

labeling us all as a cancer.

I could write letters and make calls,

and still I'll never get an answer.

I hope you read "Animal Control",

the Most High knows we need handlers.

Remember Beans when he talked about those late-night scramblers?

Nowadays everybody seems to be turning into a cannibal.

 

I miss you....

my n***a.

Illywordz....

try'na pick up where you left off....

scribing on until HE designates my fall.

Let's get it all!

R.O.D./IF

 

A Hunnid

© 2008 Mr. Deft Diction


Author's Note

Mr. Deft Diction
concerned about some of the flow; but this just had to be done. Let me know what you think.

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Prayer is powerful....but it doesn't always help,
although I do feel it working as I'm writing these stanzas.
They tell us to man up, all the while still saying 'damn' us.
Aluminum cookie-cutter-type, labeling us all as a cancer.
I could write letters and make calls, and still I'll never get an answer.

Amen! Very powerful piece of poetry! Sorry about your friend, man...
" still I'll never get an answer " - man, that just rings so true...



Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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its gud n yes il have to say that this piece sounds more lyrical than poetical.....its a nice write up that inspires and even though intricately woven, uve got the talent...kip the ball rolling!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Prayer is powerful....but it doesn't always help,
although I do feel it working as I'm writing these stanzas.
They tell us to man up, all the while still saying 'damn' us.
Aluminum cookie-cutter-type, labeling us all as a cancer.
I could write letters and make calls, and still I'll never get an answer.

Amen! Very powerful piece of poetry! Sorry about your friend, man...
" still I'll never get an answer " - man, that just rings so true...



Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Praying that the most high blesses you with the strength you'll need to endure...

Love and Light...

-Porsha

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Flow? PLease free style poetry and ryhmes allow you to do it how you like.

My prayers to you and yours and may God grant you peace. I am around if you need to talk.

Love to you always

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

peOples....

Prayers up for you and all his people...
I am feeling for you... This is heavy... It plays like an instant replay in my mind
all connecting at the same frozen memories ...
and fracture into freeze frames of somehow being cut short of arriving.


"you were Illywordz@....
yahoo.com;
a brother from another mom,
now you're just
gone." ...that...( just hurt my heart )

"labeling us all as a cancer."......( right about that )
~ gotta make better choices ....cuz they wait w/ labels...n' body-bags poised ...
Rise higher ...


It gets crazy when the only time the old crew gets-up ...is at a funeral ...jail ..or in a hospital.
God has a plan ....although we grieve the loss...celebrate being spared.
If I've never said anything important ...let me say...Seek him ...walk after an understanding ..

"try'na pick up where you left off....

scribing on until HE designates my fall.

Let's get it all!"

( an END is not always a fall.... ) some rise....keep it on the UP ...keep it on the UP

Mad prayers ...Hugzzz N' all that

Good write.....( bless his fam with a copy )

Blessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss




Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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