tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964534758480629542.post1679749676321794451..comments2023-09-28T02:02:35.492-07:00Comments on WORDSONGS: got work?Lannie Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395109875227166107noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964534758480629542.post-39851592146933455962008-01-30T12:15:00.000-08:002008-01-30T12:15:00.000-08:00lannie...while...whils struggling in2 the year 200...lannie...while...whils struggling in2 the year 2000...we as a people have been persecuted...hang..by our necks..raped...tortured...live among jungle warfire...violence...corruptin...the seed was palnted...we became the crops..da fields of da land...paved a way 2 hurt...pain...tried our best to avoid wich way we stepped..<BR/>once the verdict was in..we became<BR/>targets of persuation..broved self evident..da true signs of times..but...life..teaches ourselves..it ain't over yet..blacks terminates it's victims<BR/>ourselves...destruction continues...life..as we know it..where african americanscan't seem to grasp..livingon the edgeof time...reak havoc on project levels..they speak..from fork-tongues..outrages wears the sun..heat exposure from anger amounts..were thinking...it's the only way to survive in da ghetto...<BR/>bout...hostility from powers of authority..po-po..reigns supreme...<BR/>brings ammunition,,but,,were da targets...hatred begins 2 surface..turf suddently become land by ownership of da streets..damn ..that's a joke..being.. we own nothing on government property...jobs are on a low time high..high is out inda streets selling.damn ..if ya do...amd damn if ya don't..it's you that's da target..your aiming at your own family..are ya listening...arguing...fightin...killing...stealing...4 survival..childrenn...da elderly..da less fortunate victims..becomes crossfirewhile resting on park benches..hallways..u hide in..just 2 rob..take like it's yours..without a care for your own people...no apprehension what's so ever...you raged over a dollar...take from mom..dad..sistah..brotha...don't matter..these are the times of black pressure..turns society in2 a monster...u created...u are da targets..neighboehood community action boards..build 2 protect their own..while ..da forum reads by morning...who got shot last night in your hood...demands are met...a change is requested..but..do u come together for your people in da ghetto..just a hand full..when it takes a village 2 to require sancuary..peace..but you are da target..2 process order..clean your<BR/>territory...why is this?...ask yourself this Question...is there a life..pass growth in ..what settled in streets and in project dwellings..you are ..what they see..nothing more...nothing less...<BR/>lazy..worthless...uneducated..niggas..i hate this kinda thinking process...grammar..our generation continues to annouce..who told u your da n process 2 eliminate...your the seed..but da symbol 2 destroy was not pronounced<BR/>nigga..it's pronounced dictionary..use it..correct your moral insight..defy you title as human beings..not spooks..coons..niggatos...junglebunnies...a spade..your my people and i loveu...this is your identity...<BR/>where people will live in peace...where no wars seek battle on black neighborhoods..making it hard 2 find comfort and simplicity...mad..is da symbols we live by..anger..is da phase we encounter...silence has no claim on changethe strugglecapturesda game...you've been played,,became da playa...but victory u still lose<BR/>in battle..victory is an act u potray..can't get pass winning 4 losing..but seeing what is looks like..on the other side of da tracks..your bloods boils...da earth screams from inner city housing...voices cry out..brothas...sistahs..we stare down the barrel of guns and brutality..they draw ..aim..says..i'm no joke or<BR/>game of nentendo..or computer..i'm you death warrant..da end times..i'm doing u a favor...i'll pull da trigger...keep your hands up..there u go..your who u think u are..da final conlusion..the neighborhood is safe..da choice is yours2 make..whatcha gonna do?<BR/>what links us 2 battle cries...blogs da mind written...spoken words 2 u my king..poet..partner..love...peace<BR/><BR/>create/2008/jan 30..3:10p.m.Createhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05736090301239064369noreply@blogger.com