Marijuana - Shayn P. and Blake H.  

Shayn P:

Hey buddy,
you look down.
Let me show
You the way,
Let me show
You around.

I got a little something
Called marijuana.
Here, take some
Do you wanna?

Prepare to be amazed
This **** will leave
you dazed.
From the second
You take a hit
**** naps for days.

This is gas, $10 a gallon
Take a whiff, see what i’m sellin’
Hope you’re ready for ****
To be apart of your pallet.
Here, I  just rolled this spliff,
Take a hit of this.
Sit back and relax,
You look a little stiff.

Blake H:

I got you on this ****,
You’ll be craving it for days.
You’ll reach into your wallet
And realize you can’t pay.

Can’t pay for your ******* addiction
Your friends are scared to ask if
You’re still christian.
They’ve seen the monster you’ve become.
Whenever they see you, they run.  

Shayn P:

Look at you,
You can’t come back?
I warned you buddy, dip your toe
And it’s a wrap.

You want more?
Try this instead.
Since marijuana has
Become a bore.
Take this powder my guy,
It’s for you to snort.

Blake H:

I know how you’ll feel, the adrenaline rushing to your brain,
Forget the powder, shoot this up your vein.
Feel the power, feel the high
You never knew what happened to that one guy.

I’ll tell you what happened, you killed him.
You didn’t know what happened, you had no memory.
It was the most brutal ****** of this century.

Shayn P:

It’s nasty quite honestly,
It’s something you can’t unsee.
Walk away, and try not to think
About the ones that lost
It all in a blink.

Listen, as you may miss.
And later unable to reminisce.
For a lifetime of knowledge and wisdom
May be lost in your personal abyss.

That feeling,
So soft yet so harsh.
Your love is hard to punch through,
Like water and starch.

In the mist
In the mist

Past the trees.
In the distance,
There you ly
As your
body glistens

In the mist
In the mist

You lay softly.
Brown hair,
And perfect skin.

Your beauty is heavenly.

Beauty that you never see.

So beautiful,
I long for you terribly

In the mist
In the mist

I approach
While shaken
For it’s too
Hard to resist.

In the mist
In the mist

I approach
With a stomach
Feeling like one of  
a clenched fist.

In the mist
In the mist

I approach
Slowly
But stopped
In the midst.

In the mist
In the mist

Frozen.

Unable to move.

I shouldn’t attempt.

In the mist.

21st century slavery: Shayn Powell

Take a look around,
It’s 2018.
What do you see?
Everything looks fine,
People striding in glee?

Look hard for it may
Be a mystery,
That we’re living through
21st century slavery.

We claim these are
The lands of the free.
It’s a fib, that’s not at
All what it seems.

Because if it were
the land of the free
than Martin Luther King may
never have had his dream.

There wouldn’t have
Been a march for
Freedom in 1963.
And Mr King wouldn’t
Have lost his life
For standing up in
What everyone
Should've believed.

Take a look around,
It’s 2018.
What do you see?
Everything looks fine,
People striding in glee?

Look hard for it may
Be a mystery,
That were living through
21st century slavery.

America, “land of the free”
Were fine we claim,
living in prosperity.
“Everyone’s equal”,
You’ve heard it too, How silly
Don’t you agree?

My best friend
Rolled his window up
when he saw a policeman.
It’s sad, But this is the
reality we live in.

“We’re equal” but we
Strip kids from their dreams
Because they were brought here
Against their will illegally.

Have some leniency,
Then again you’re
changing their scenery.  
How can you do that
So easily?

And what’s this ****
we learned in history?
Jim Crow laws?
Thank god those are gone.
Or so we thought

You’re not sneaky America,
Mass incarceration is
Nothing but a plot
For a group of minorities
To be 2nd class citizens
To us all.

That’s evil that should leave
everyone appalled.

It’s time for a call
For action.
All this arrogance
Has left us distracted
From what our nation
claims to practice.
Because

Take a look around,
It’s 2018.
What do you see?
Everything’s NOT fine,
People AREN'T striding in glee.

Really look for it’s
Not hard to see
That were living through
21st century slavery.

Yours truly,

That worried white kid
Who lives in a society
That’s unruly.