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Mark Sep 2019
As the gangsta dies
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
A poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
And his crew cries
Because if there's one thing that they don't need
It's another corner boy to bleed
This is ghetto

Society, don't you understand
The hood needs a helping hand
Or they'll grow to be all angry young men one day
Take a look at them and me,
Are we too black to see,
Do we simply shut our mouths
And speak in another way

While the hood rolls
And an inspired young boy with a funny jive
Deals on the corner as he collects high fives
This is ghetto

And his crib burns
So he starts to scare the folks with fright
And he teaches how to deal
And he teaches how to bite
This is ghetto

Then one night in conversation
A young rat screams out loud
She buys a toy, steals a heart,
Tries for fun, but it won't even start
Then her man tries

As the crew gathers 'round a stupid young ***
Face down in the pillow with a ***** in her ******
This is ghetto

As the neighbourhood sighs
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
Another poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
Mark Aug 2019
I see ya got sum papers today
We could smoke a li'l sum, on da way
You ever been wit a black gurl or r'ya gay?
Well I know a few, that'll **** for a buck
They do something strange, for some change, when ya ****

Went to a former co-worker's house to smoke da dope, after work
His patio furniture was in the backyard, for us to sit on, I felt like a ****
There was a rusty, seat-less and underworked exercise bike
An old wooden dining room chair, that I kinda like
Even a leaking, 5 gallon Home-Depot bucket, purchased by li'l Mike

I'm not some closet psychopath
I've got a job, you know
i'm a backyard dentist
An artist of sorts
At least for da mob
The money's good, if you know your math

Everybody's acting like gangs are a new phenomenon
Almost everyone in the USA is affiliated in some way, with an ancient gang from Babylon
We've got the FBI, ATF and the LA bashful police department, that were all illegally installed
Far out Religious groups, Democrats, Republicans, barbering da same old bull, just to keep us enthralled
Everybody's obliged to and got to, have their own little clique
Friggin’ always gang-banging, in their own subtle way, it makes me sick

For the record, about all those so called crimes
I was convicted on two counts, of ****** abuse
In the first degree, for offensive touching, without consent, no excuse
I've been shot at, more than five or six times
By some dudes who were nervously hanging about
You know, just like a Starsky & Hutch comedy stake-out

But my God is great, he sure has the knack
He let me come straight back, wid out no flack
So, I've been selling crack, at the high school gate
Since i was in about, i'd say,"ninth or tenth grade"
I don't know where this journey will end, maybe way before it's due date
So, i've already started digging my grave, with an old rusty, but trusty *****.
Mark Aug 2019
I asked the question, where ya bounce?

My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town

She said he was crunk, like out of this world

They were just poppin' the trunk and keeping it real

My boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up

My favourite souljas, now goin' to Angola for a 187 on the third coast


You think she's all that

But ya girlfriends so stupid

Da first time she used a *******

She cracked her two front teeth



The third coast is where people get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs

Down in Texas where they wear those big belt buckles and jam to *****

Those cowboys just pop and splash everywhere, over the hood

That's what ya don't know, 'bout da ***** south 3rd coast



They have some crazy **** parties

Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz

As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims

Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators



I get my corner boys to sell da home-made ice cream

I'll make sure they don't come anywhere near your cut

I also sell on eBay, a little one kilo of high flyin' kite

I've also tried to sell the sweets on corners of my streets

But the boys try the  **** ****, before they sell and get so really cromp

I can't have em leanin', ya all know what I be meanin'



You think she's all that

But ya girlfriends so stupid

Da first time she used a *******

She cracked her two front teeth



After the show we caught the dude that slapped my sista and made her face hot

But before we wrecked him, we visited the famous White Castle burger spot

Where we ate those famous but small burgers that only cost 35c, cheaper than ***

The popo said, is you trazy, we just smiled and kept on eatin' the lot

The cops tried to grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got?



They have some crazy **** parties

Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz

As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims

Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators



Ya gotta love southern hospitality

Depending on where you go in the south

It could be a, ‘Hi, let me get that for you dear’

To, "If you don't stop staring at me I'm gonna shoot you in the face"


So I know the ledge and have got an edge
Over all the other big tymers down in the ***** south 3rd coast.
Mark Aug 2019
Do you want all those dudes hangin' in front of ya momma's crib?

Keep yo' churrin' off the streets and away from where the big boys fib

I'm the king of ******* and deserve a whole lot of respect

My girls got a badonkadonk ****, it's so ballerific, it's what I expect

I told her to stay the hell away from my precious new hooptie

She tried to give me the third, but I just waved the no finger and popped her *****


Pimpin' aren't easy man, it's just that I've got that **** juice, all the girls be wanting

Art lovin' Landis, was the best **** scratcher & foolin' all the museum high pillows

The women from the hood, come work for me, b'coz they're all the ghettos widows

The jury couldn't charge him, but the so called art experts keep up their taunting

Some have so much ice on their hands, I could do a figure eight on my skates

If he would only paint his own, he would truly be one of this centuries greats


They told me if I don't pay, they're gonna pop a cap in my RRSS

Man, I am RRSS out this month. I ain't got no kinda funds, I be on the nut, like glass

These streets are crazy out here, it's just the way, it's the nature of the street

While the popos and bulls are dancin' like great white sharks

Barbering to us and cuttin' us no slack, be real with me son, **** narcs

But we don't like to look like a punk in front of our boys, that'll be defeat


Gangsta’s killing cats for real, all over the hood, where they don't belong

**** your **** juice, your game is too strong

He's the drug lord out here, the big boss dog

The rest of his crew are little more than corner boys

We are the ultimate big tymers, me and my son, cruisin' in da fog

My boo be real and we be ballin-outta control with our toys


The cars windows were so dark, I could've got shot by a gun

All the backstreet junkies now payin' for the big guns on the run

We just heard Boom Boom Boom, we know not to bother

Is he a relative? Yeah man, it's her dead brother

We don't see anything, it's the hoods mentality

Everybody's a curb side lawyer, but when we go to court, we lose that ability


Man, that chickenhead was booey, I want my 50 bucks back

Chickenheads will always be on the prowl for some easy berry stack

A **** is a way of life, made bad choices, now tryin' to survive

This is Philadelphia, where we won't & don't shake hands to the jive

Last year we were also known as Killadelphia

So go home, breeze and call it a night, without no fear.
Mark Aug 2019
Why can't oceans just flow, like a gentle river stream.
instead of crashing into shore
and then going back for more.
Is it just me, thinking out loud, after a long and vivid dream.

Couldn't it just trickle to the edge, without a noisy and almighty roar...

Ships and boats, would never be tipped over and sunk
Girls on the shore, would rarely see, a ripped surfy hunk.

No whitecaps to look at,
no tides to ruin...
sand castles on the shore.
Precious marine life swimming and crawling...wherever it wanted
Not getting tossed all about... they'd be happy

But it's all too challenging to function...oh dear ...
We still need the orbiting moon to be there...

That's what my dream forgot to fully figure out... until just now.
Mark Aug 2019
It wasn’t so long ago.
I must’ve been, just about five.
Parents abode, was but a house.
I recall glimpses of that time,
Standing out back, trying to survive.
As time went by.
Along ones path, from junior to high school,
Stood tall lavish mansions.
Standing,
Between my abode and the emergency slip road
Paving their way, along the road to the next zip code
The path.
My journey.
I’m aiming for that.
I know it will happen.
How I long for a place to call home.
Honestly,
Only one problem, I’m still just a child.
For one so young, my trip could take a while.
My path.
I’m paving my way.
Taking day by day.
Now I’ve come to the end.
My path had just vanished away.
For even my new house is just an abode.
Waiting for companionship.
Maybe then, I can call it a home
But wait.
My parents abode, really felt like home.
So, I was always on the right path.
Just had to navigate my way back.
To realise, I was always on track.
Mark Aug 2019
I love the attempt...to not represent  
With shape, color, form, I show discontent  
From within my minds four walls...I call
My colorful and creative circus tent.
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