The Reality Is…
Ammunition leaving innocent bodies in ambulances
Im holding up candles for the kids that didn’t really have a chance
to live life to the fullest
The cops dont stop the fights that ignite the bullets
So im naked
Because the colors i wear, i dont want the gang members to take it
the wrong way
So some days i smoke this cannabis and this locust
So i can lose focus
on whats going on with my folks
Cuz i aint supposed to see this scenery
So i stick to this greenery and think thoughts of revenge on people thats mean to me
As my grandmother sings to me
Songs from Mahalia
See, Thats the reason i aint focused on America
Because The Reality Is….
The area im living in is surrounded by killing
And in my vision i see kids getting the life sentence in prison
Yall chasing the wrong Osama
Imma tell you about the forgotten Bin laden
The cops that left ya son shot in the streets
And didnt do nuthin to prevent it
But we holding up flags representin America
Like we sharin a bond or something
Yall PROBLEMS aint nuthin compared to mine.
So as long as condoms bustin
And people rushing to hospitals for abortions
And a portion of Milwaukee missing
Because people missin their targets
and hitting Malcolms and Martins
I aint gon take part in the starting of another war!





Now thats deep!!!!! I like that
Wow. Told u ur a good writer. that poem paints pictures. with strong lines and smooth poetic flow.
the honesty, when ur describing circumstances.
that’s wat makes it amazing
Yo this is hot! Its real and it gets the point accross! I can definately dig it!