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Nov 2015
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Here you come throwing pebbles.
I tap you on the shoulder,
Clap you with this lyrical boulder.
Wait til you get older, to be colder.
You come with a sea breeze,
Ah got the arctic chill.
The big freeze. Dropping
You to your knees.
I am taking back my seniority
My wisdom gets priority
Your dead theme, is in obscurity
Yappn' bout you got bling, rims
And bullchit things.
Like how long your money is.
And the 'n' word.
The 'b', word, the 'h', word,
Played out bragging and complaining
Shaming the art with your empty cart
Making noise “ain’t-saying nad-da”.
You're just a bother.
Trying to get paid
When you can't even get laid
Cause we see yo *** on the stage.
Void of rage.
Lil' poot **** hollering bout
" what "
I need to make a come up
Go find your guts,
Stop the noise lil' boys.
Take a stand lil man.
The gods have risen,
Time to pay attention.
Before you find
Yourself enslaved
In a privatized prison.
Leave the stuff
Found in the hood alone.
Like black n milds
And malt liquor.
It's bad enough
They are feeding
You food
Without nutrition
Prepn you for institutions
You go to jail for child support
Then cannot get a job,
When they let you out.
Now your record is shady.
So want to do away with the lady
And her baby...
viscous cycle;
Use the rest of your brain
Before it too is dead.
Lil boyz want to **** their
Own mama, ta run with a gang.
So u shoot mama in her sleep
Bang, bang, bang..
Now they have you for life
If they let you live.
No one to your rescue
Maybe the boy who
Cut his mama up
And baked her like a duck.
Maybe you and him
Can become fast
Friends.
With a little luck.
So don't throw pebbles
Off bridges and run
That's why I am tapping
You on the shoulder and
Clapping you with this
Lyrical boulder son!
If you want to
Thrive/and survive,
You need to stay alive.
You need to learn to
Plant and grow
Before they put
You in that hole.
Everything you eat
Don't have to come
From Chinese store
Or the A-rabs in the hood.
You cannot stay alert
On the food
From burger king
It boils down to this
You
Need
Your vitamins
You need to
Know your trees
Herbs
And your seeds...
If nothing
Else please get
The knowledge
Of these.
Don't get stuck in the
Traps "you can see"
Let hedonism
Be a thing of the past
Get serious,
And get serious fast....
Written by
Vicki Acquah  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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