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Jan 2016
Everyday I wake up
I pour up a cup
Of that Crown brown
****** expression down I frown
Wish I could see my grand pappy
I hope you know I ain't happy
With ya presence gone
I cry from dusk to dawn still drawn
By your energy I know.you hear me
I remember back in 92
When you showed me how to tie my shoe
Young nigguh with no path in my mind
Now that ya demise I changed my mind
Wish more folks had thought like you
But they didn't know who I was messing with
Devils is spawning out the darkest pits
my brain stayed blitz
Ya went right after Uncle Douglass went
Though I rep heartless
But my heart couldn't part from this
It's full.of pain tears stains
On ya casket when it began to close
Stuffy nose stricken body suddenly froze My soul feel to the bottom of my diaphragm
Got **** I took big slam a grand slam
Now the four corners of earth are
No longer loaded atmosphere bloated
Wish I could take away all your agony
And tragedy
You felt since Grandma died and cried
For over 40 years 1000s of days
and Lonely nights
But im.just vibin' in my own zone
Cuz one day ya hear and the next ya gone

Now that I'm twenty seven
Im.still searchin' for Heaven
with peace on my mind
But hands on the mac-eleven
I'm ready for war
violence provoked by anger
Everywhere ya go be prepared
To face danger
I wanna know why God put me hear
Through this grief and sin
And when another love one dies
I feel like I'm going in
the ground I know everybody gotta time
But meanwhile.im.gone grind
But how can I grind when I got grimes
Weighin' in seems like every ghetto is destined
For the pen
Some.gettin' life to mild sentences
They say the courts is fair but
Nobody wants to defend
My peoples been livin' this struggle
Since the start of life I see nothing but strife
I stay loyal to.my Nina and wife
Even though society deceased
I still.hope for peace
But it really means war
As I take soar like an eagle
Roll through my barrio in a Buick regal
**** another brother shot dead in cold
With his head blown when will we learn
And the family hearts begin to burn
shakin' my head thinkin'
Life's too short Cuz one day ya hear and baby the next ya goneeeeeeeeee
Real ****
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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