Thursday, August 14, 2008

Red, White, Blue.
First you pick a color
Red
White
Blue
Then you prop yourself on that slab of pavement
you call your corner.
Steady Standing,
Fighting through all hours of the night
But tell me,
what are you fighting for?
Cussing up a storm
Slinging your drugs
and I ain't hatin'
You do what you does
But take a second and think...
Reading, writing, Arithmetic,
Things you can do without, right?
I mean, that's why you stay out all night.
And in the morning you're too tired for school
But don't worry,
Mom, dad,
You got it all figured out
we just don't understand what your about
Loosen up that doo-rag
it's cutting off your brain
I don't think you're understanding what I'm sayin
Theres nothing worse
than a man who can't read
or a teen with a baby,
not that teenage pregnancy is all bad
a baby is a beautiful thing,
but it's sad when she gives up trying to succeed,
thinkin' a GED's enough.
But all that will get you is waiting in line
on the first of the month.
But you go ahead and pick your color,
and you go fight for that block.
Contrary to popular belief,
no matter how deep your gang is
or how much money you make,
from selling your crack rocks
the only concrete block you'll ever own
are the ones surrounded by bars,
or the ones we call Tombstones
So I guess the only decision left
for you to choose,
is if the color in your casket should be...
Red, White or Blue.
_________________________________
...me.

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