TRICKYA Poem by Eddie PhillipsWe have far too many Tricky brothersTricky was a typical hustler out here trying to get paid. He scammed and stole money and spent it to get laid. People used to brag about the things Tricky would do. Folks said, "Tricky was a real GANGSTER, a PIMP thru and thru." He was the Ni**a you could roll with and always get a job done. They claimed Tricky was a real soldier and was never prone to run. Playa's said, "Tricky knew the game, and he always spits the realist' sh!t!" Tricky was the life of the party, and he never got tired of it. However, today they found Tricky in an alley off the 63rd block. Tricky was shot four times before he could pull out his Glock. Nobody cried for Tricky. They said he got his due. It may sound horrible, but everyone knew it was true. There are too many Tricky brothers out here trying to get paid. There are too many ignorant brothers always looking to get laid. We have graveyards full of brothers who died with drugs and money on their minds. They only thought about flossing until the reaper called their time. Please, don't be another Tricky. Keep pursuing worthy goals. Make good use of your talents, and I promise a better future will unfold. Work toward your purpose and inspire others with the things you do. Don't die on these dirty streets with people claiming you got what was coming to you. © Eddie Phillips
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StatsAuthorEddie PhillipsDenver, COAboutWriter, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..Writing
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