Hey Yo

A Poem by Davidgeo

this is for omar little; no caps... he made is own "rippin and ridin"; no need to overstate. He like greek mythology... (Watch 'The Wire')

I'm lookin for somethin

You got it?

How bout you?

Empty them pockets.

Hide if you wannna....

(it won't end well)

They thought I was a bully.

Cause I am ... through 'n through

Hard core with the shotty.

(the dude who forgot to fear death)

I'm a white guy; by the by, like it matters

Empty them pockets

Mr middle class with some money...

(geography shades, follow the money)

Why in the f**k you think I can talk foolishly like this?

Eyes down pockets out

I'm here for you

(i'm just another n***a)

Already destroyed

Physically

Mentally

Intimately

(oppo white boy b***h)

(enraged acceptance)

The worlds greatest lover

(and f****r, when called for - I am porno)

Without shame you become weightless

Killing aint so "gangsta",

That shade over you're head?

That block you don't fear upon?

(boom sticks make it easy)

Public murder = the toll of respect

(Zee disenfranchised rule of law)

Your Welcome to our bully spoils....

The thugs... street justice

(what terrifies you)

Be ashamed under this umbrella

(enough to be ashamed under cover)

Spectacle's of violence?

Welcome to American sport

Now let's hear your judgements,,,,

Tell me what's good

What's really robbin the hood

How we should do

How we should not

Embarrass yourself.... show us just how far away you really is.

I'll die for this town tonight... I even forgot the name.

Like it mattered : )

Like we aint the f*****g populace.....Like you aint here for the money?

(like me)

Driven for some reason

I forgot

Hey yo! Whistle... Kill a region

(you get terrified sometimes)

Like America does on the daily worldwide...

To suit us... blood for decadent fashion

Most just get the shotty, some pistols

(huge f****n bombs... them American sanctioned assassins)

Die swinging... the American way.

(like that's a real thing)

Even the criminals buy the dream.....

You fools wonder why we own the world?

(our poor support the rape)

How mother f*****g precious

Murders' do you put in suits?

(enough to make money)

and promises....

(enough to break fools)

Enjoy the castle

War is the bet

You f*****g cowards....

Double down (you'll never fight it)

You will take them profits....

Won'tcha now?

© 2016 Davidgeo

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KWP

yeah ok, my favorite line
'Without shame you become weightless'

powerful words here - i just watch Fruitvale Station so the theme hits home - whole lotta anger here and it's travelling outward to the streets

yeah it pushed buttons, yeah i feel it ...

this line ...

You fools wonder why we own the world? - yeah that makes me laugh - Americans!!!