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Apr 21, 2020 | Rating : | Written by Miss Blacketty Black-Black

The Streets Read Count : 137

Category : Poems

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The streets are cold
You might come back a corpse
Either do as you're told
Or get killed by the cops.
Things are no good in the hood
Everyone trying to escape the struggle
From young to old,
Everyone pushing their own hustle.
The kids need food to eat
So the rents make ends meet
Rasta man selling his weed
A little levitation is all we need.
Capitalists on their ego, arrogance and greed
Your leaders feeding us crumbs,
They do anything but lead.
Hunger making people angry,
Angry enough to spill blood.

Comments

So true...One question...Are u a Jamaican..Like myself here?

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Miss Blacketty Black-Black

No hey, I'm South African but we're both African so much love. ❤️❤️❤️

Apr 22, 2020
You have a way to put words together and make them seem like powerful weapons

Apr 22, 2020