Gangs
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Haití (Ayiti, Bohío, Quisqueya)
Hace mucho tiempo
Es un país secuestrado
Antes del parto de las dañinas bayonetas
So What Is The Trick To NOT Being A... Misfit... ?!?
By This I Mean To Be A Seam...
That BINDS A Team Like Coffee Does CREAM... !!!
But DON'T Think That ... “ You're SLICK " ...
Created for a family bond
After mass incarceration broke the family bond
Needing a sense of love and protection
For many Gangs took on those wanting affections
People arrested on non-violent crimes
If you're going to the same party I am,
please don't ask where I'll be.
I'll be wearing my revenge dress, dancing with a boy with blue hair or a girl with a nose ring,
and you don't want to see that.
As I lay in my bed,
I can't help but feel bad that somewhere, some time tonight...
A poor child will be dead.
There'll be no justice;
It is something, society will easily forget.
Imma take you all back to the Civil Rights Team
When Martin Luther King came n the scene
Emotional About some dream
And you see he wanted us to believe
That love was the key
I am Chicago.
Chicago is
only two glocks for one block
get shot at bus stops
hide out from white cops
if he flip-flops he's an OPP
POSITIONS!
Now we on a mission
What are we doing?....What have we become?
We’re just gang banging…
Lampin’: Hanging out under a street-light, on gangsta turf
waitin’ for a Ghetto Star: A top street drug dealer
“Hey Ella! Nice to meet you! Where are you from, what do you do?”
Where is easy. What is hard.
What do I do?
I hold her hand when she says “Ella my stomach hurts”
She’s 14, and she’s four months
Gangs.
How much I want for them to dissipate
The fire is crackling, simmered down
But sooner or later my breath of relief
Will be winded down.
Gunshots fly but are not found, the flames of the fire grow,
"I can sleep through gunfire,"
He said to me one nightDouble parked in parking lotHalf past closing time
Tonight I lay my head down, but the pressure never stops.
Knowing that another kid just has been shot.
Shot because of the signs he was throwing.
Friscos cut and creased with his color rag showing.
(To The Inner City a.k.a "The Hood")
Welcome to the lives of the treacherous, dangerous,
penny pinching, gun-toting urbanites, etcera/
I hail from the danger where the fear's always near,
mercy,
is what i begged for,
mercy,
i pleaded no more,
seeing that red impala,
running from an opening window heat hotter than a sauna,
the loud gunshots,bleading eardrums,
Desolation and despair
Color red the atmosphere
Gunshots and screams
the symphony
The background changes
With every day
What does it matter anyway?
Gray headstones or bloodied field
Fake chains and white Tee's,
pants hang low to our knees,
but we got to keep making this cheese,
So we surviving up our own community,
WE,
chop that crack,
WE,
sell that weed,
WE,
