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Tizzop Nov 2019
do me a favor aight
when you go switch off the lights

close the door behind
you

pay attention to the lock it
makes a sound pay attention

do me this favor
you gotta do it cause

shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere

ain't no fun though as
gang colors in the nineties

tag watts
tag berlin
tag harlem

shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere

for twentyseven years
do me a favor aight?

i've been looking for a brother
i've  been looking for a mother

nobody knows about it
they don't know and they
don't have to

when they interrogate you
about last night
when they ask tell em:

i was asleep at night
as civilians do

no talk about turf
no talk about extortion
no talk about capital crimes

private matters
wat matter is you
lock the door baby
YouTube: "the wire omar comin!"
Amanda Sep 2019
April 28/30

Let me be your Sunshine from Harlem Nights.
Taste this cookie, you'll fall in love from the first bite.
I’ll have you contemplating about leaving your wife;
you said your kids will be all-right.

I want to be your sunshine when your days feel like nights.
When darkness clouds your mind, and you're not sure
if you should shoot or fight.
Let me be your clear conscience.
I’m not the devil on the left shoulder,
I’m the angel on the right.

Let me softly kiss your cheeks when daylight peeks,
I like to express my love to you in the morning.
I can bring your wet dreams to reality.
My juices dripping down your shaft,
we didn't even take a bath.
You get me wetter than the dew on the lawn.    
I wanna' be your sunrise lick my crack of dawn,
from dust ‘till dawn then put it in my mouth when I yawn.

Baby, I’m a lucky dime.  
No, I’m not gold, but
I glitter from within my soul.
My curves are so fine, my kisses are divine, and
my ***** is so good,
if you threw it up in the air,
it would turn into sunshine!
annh Jun 2019
Honey-flowing rivulets of jazz-beaten syncope,
Trumpets blowing smoke across the room,
‘Curveball’ Sammy hustles bass behind the bar,
Snares his songbird in a played back loop.

Harlem shufflers work the floor, breaking safe,
Clave rhythm scufflers with a New York twist,
Black keys write with borrowed brass on iv’ry walls,
Pick the lock on a swelt’ring southern riff.
‘If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.’
- Louis Armstrong
Mustapha Olokun Jul 2018
foxy swings,
earrings ringing,
isms for the eyes,
plummeting minds.

all wanting the taste,
touch, attraction.
the burn, burn
for the 10 incense.

in the night,
when time makes note.
she rode for form
of the 90° angles.

as smoke sings its birth,
its departure. her black
sun merge to the black son,
in the night.

within the rugged brick,
brown that green this,
warm builds as day ignites,
as she walks the more.

strut, butter hips,
your funky ***.
and too smooth,
I reminisce of.
Devin Ortiz Oct 2016
I live in the spirit
        of the Masters before me.
Harlem's finest
        a social and artistic Renaissance
Prophets, poets and preachers
        capturing moments for change

I read the words
        I, Too, Dreams, Caged Bird
Where I once had tears
        now all I have is rage
I write death songs
        and hate has sunken in

America still isn't America for me.
America still lives in denial
America still silences
America still kills

I want to be free
I want to be free

To look upon my brothers
To look upon my sisters
Black, white or other
Rich, poor or other
Gay, straight or other
I'm indifferent, I only sing for love

So what should I do, this
is Not My America
America does not love me
My heart is heavy
but nothing will change.
Charlie Wonder Oct 2016
"Pull the trigger ***** ", gun to my face.
Feeling bold for the movement, that's power to my race.
I'm  inspired to take on racist hijackers,
Smile in their face and scream hi crackers.
These words are my  ammunition.
My verses locked and loaded.
No more hiding behind my skin.
My mind is feeling bloated.
I just hope you pay attention,
no reason to pretend.
My passion burning bright, you can't jack my freedom.
I don't fear death cause I'm more afraid of life.
Listen up people , our backs against the wall.
Don't count on social media, cause they plan for us to fall.
In between police battles I might die cause I'm black.
But even on these streets my brothers ready to **** for crack.
Now my life supposed to matter cause our stories supported by the press.
When I look at the bigger picture I get so angry, rage out, and stress.
Paint a picture of violence, and try to remain silent.
Watching on sidelines, but I'm a man of valor.
My Excalibur sword is the pen up in the books.
****** for the ages, wack kid trying to act white, why cause I talk right?
Don't believe the hype, they waiting to ****** you,  cause you just their type.
Marvel's Luke Cage I suggest you watch it. This is not a war, it's a plan .
5:32am
walk three avenues if you don't catch the M116 bus
6 train
1 stop
transfer
4 train
3 stops
10 minute walk
deli stop
1 small tea + 1 everything bagel w butter
1 block
"good morning" to the security guards
she won't make eye contact but she'll smile so let that be something
4 flights of stairs
12 of us
in an office for over 6o hours a week
holding each other accountable
holding each other close

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