ObjectA Poem by CRZ
Look look, It's my right hand.
there's this boy I know. Was raised in the same environment as me We lived by the word , hang out around the curb and do stuff that at the time was oh so absurd We would play with pokemon cards and laugh now is all about how many hoes & how many cars, one have. I mean, I'm only seventeen. I'm not caught up in the street life. But the boy was on the yellow and ran past that green life. He wasn't ready For the "responsibility" a young urban kid has to go through. After all he's just a kid. Hasn't had the time to let his mind marinate. But the streets and the beat to his way of thinking are linked together as if it was the marriage. Andddd the Priest for the marriage in this instance is the cororner or prosecutor I just happen to speak my peace. Cause our brotherhood I respect but my honor I object...
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25 Reviews Added on June 17, 2013 Last Updated on June 17, 2013 AuthorCRZNew York, NYAboutPoet & Artist Thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich more..Writing
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