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Boyz n search of their soular System
Our boyz are short-fused in thier short-changed Hood.
Yo, Gang-bangs reing where playgrounds grandly stood.
Shooters drive by: Teen-dreams dive for covers.
Nightmares stroke them like they were old lovers.
L.A. Haiti Kemet Kingston-blues-groove:
Hip-hop/Gang-bang? Talk-slop/School-thang? Cool-move?
A swarm of conflict plagues their short-fused Hood.
Where Walking/death is forced to knock on Wood.
But Boyz must bond with Brothersblack, unbind
Their minds too roughly w/rapped in wondrous nois.
Though Black and short-fused in the fatal line.
Their Soular System gives them ancient poise.
Eugene B. Redmond
 xXKaryXx · Wed May 09, 2007 @ 02:17am · 0 Comments |
