(a block tale)
rocks and glocks
cash in stash spots
never running from cops
because every nigga has got a price
this is my hustle
and from corner to corner this is my kingdom
i am an enigma
educated
unadulterated
black male
preaching pride to black men
but pushing product like i am going out of business
you call it criminal
but i call it survival
this is my block
and my hustle feeds families
im sending sons and daughters to private school
im promising future to those that were forgotten
i am all about this block
you can ask me about 401k
or how to break and stash an AK
how to invest in the stock market
or invest in the street
i tried corporate america
but this
is my hustle
rocks and glocks
cash in stash spots
never running from the cops
pushing words like birds
these flows come in ounces
i stand from corner to corner
talking sex like a pimp
talking prophesy like a preacher
talking hustle like im going out of got damn business
rocks and glocks
cash in stash spots
never running from the cops
i got work in my pocket
one line at a time
i got poetry to push
(quiet da artist/copyright 2005)
2 comments:
I'm always jealous of those who write poetry well, as I never can quite muster the emotional honesty to be any good at it.
love it .. very well written
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