Ghetto life

I remember when we was kids.
Thy happiness and thy hardship.
I remember when we was brothers.
Our lifeline was thin and thick.
I remember a brother been called a thief.
And them n***a's were all strong and stiff.

The deadly blow.
A rattling gun.
Shattering our wall.
There I saw,thee covered in blood.

We was mad,
Hell we was sad.
A hommie was yelling.
Dude this s**t is real.

Years gone by.
Some left, some died.
A blood feast.
That made y'all n****s rich.

I met thou.
More poor than now.
We had our doubts.
Like a silk in milk.

A struggle, a hustle.
The shot from a gun noozle.
life full of hurdles.
A blooming caramel staddle.


Our neighborhood?
it rains blood.
Blossoms weed.
With COKE as seed.

We was like that.
We wore no tie.
Tell a lie?
Surely, you will die. a hoodlum written by najib muktar

Reviews

[B]

I apologize
i can't relate
i am really sorry

[Eternal Devotion]

This poem is full such deep emotion. I can feel the fear and dread of every soul in that situation... To live in terror, not feeling safe or in control. Powerful. Thank you for sharing

[usman]

Thank you very much,..its a life that there is no joy in it