THE PLOT THICKENS floetry by MaNGOD Whatever happened to the world We knew... Lil dudes shootin marbles, lil girls playing with hula hoops Stickball n double dutch, a bike or a pair of skates, it didnt take much, long as the sun did shine and before the streetlamps primetime, We enjoyed the outdoors and the earth under Our shoes We were segregated but that was kool... Didnt have to deal with the headache of those actin a fool, I guess youre reading this rhyme realizin Im str8 ole skool and reminiscing on the days of My youth On one side, My neighbor was a steelworker, on the other side a bar... The hood had substance and the elders were the law Black owned shoe shop, sub shop, corner store and cleaners, wasnt til you crossed the tracks and/or grew up that life got a little bit meaner Only white face was the teacher on skool days, the milkman, mailman and a few bill collectors, the Lone Ranger, Tarzan, Ed Sullivan and Lucy on the video receptor I grew up with a Black Judge in the neighborhood, a lawyer, a doctor and a few nurses, the family sat down together at mealtime and when grandma was teachin Us bible verses The marble steps and fronts were kept clean, crooners from the bar next door in the evenings, Thunderbird was the word, knottyhead and orange juice made their vocals slur but their harmonies rang true and soulful and to My hearing it was a melodious thing My teenage years how the world did change, the assassinations of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Civil Rights and integration, numbers rackets dwindling replaced by drug rings, the influx of heroin and blaxploitation films were just the beginning Along came the popo replacing Jim Crow, didnt have the educated negro to idolize no mo, they took their act to the suburbs, subservient to the absurd theyd be treated equally outside their own brood Now instead of hustlin newspapers and carrying grocery bags, Me n My crew were drinkin booze and hustlin nickel bags, I mean who was left to look up to, nuthin but the pimps, playas and drug dealers on scagg We didnt know back then it was part of a system of a down, they were plottin Our division even while We were singin Say It Loud, Im Black And Im Proud!, We stayed 3-4 moves behind, blind to the white collar crimes of the real in-crowd as long as We had a Cadillac with a diamond in the back, sunroof top out in front of Our rundown house and Our heads in the proverbial cloud 2014 and the jokes on You, racial tension camouflaging the truth, these muthafuqa are so uncouth theyre selling out 90% of the whole human race, burning down the whole damn roof Funkadelic was prophetic, these saboteurs was laughin when the Funkateers was jammin Good To Your Earhole Subterfuge with subliminal msgs keeping the peoples fears on edge with all types of political bullshit hyperbole The worlds on the edge of its seat, Were staring into the very eyes of defeat, We cant turn away from the lies on TV, might as well change all Our names to Presjuan Todelete © Black Chalk 2014
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 21:35:02 +0000
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