“Under the Street Lights”


“this poem was inspired by a poetry challenge by Dizz Flatline to write a poem about violence in our community”

release the safety
pull the trigger
the pin strikes primer
spits fire out the chamber
light shows
under street lights
remember a time
we used to fist fight
but them days is over with
Killers
young brothers
already victims by design
now must
fear
fellow
former
field hands
convinced
they took away
the fathers
from their sons
gave up on god & passed out guns

release the safetyunder the street lights
pull the trigger
the pin strikes primer
spits fire out the chamber
light shows
under street lights
crimson
caskets
crew neck tees
with painted faces
erase an entire generation
mother’s losing sons
like wrong directions
in our sections
a trap
the real cage is in their minds
been trained
prepared to die

no lie

25
makes you
old school
these fools killing
over gym shoes
playing a game
like there is no rules
no schools
so private prisons
growing like oak trees
filling them with more fathers
so the cycle just continues
the solution
free their minds
learn that solidarity
is a defense
working together
can make us stronger
thrown in these conditions
forgot our thrones
gave up on our natural position
statistical data shows
more than these reality shows
we are losing
living wealthy and healthy
uncommon in these gutters
so much violence in these homes
“ain’t no motherfucking jobs”
at odds with each other

he beats her
she beats the kids
the kids can’t beat the odds

but we used to being property
they cuffed us when we left
the comfort of our native soil
brought us to these natives soil

living the American Scheme
put a brother in the highest office
fuck him and all that bullshit bout a dream
smiling faces don’t change situations
when you face to face with hard steel
release the safety
pull the trigger
the pin strikes primer
spits fire out the chamber
light shows
under street lights

they selling us
still
we settling for less
still
another brother with his eyes closed
funerals seem like the only time
we get together
taping teddy bears on fucking light poles
behind the eight ball
4 rails out this living hell
even the pool cue is up for sale

Cold way we play this game
they made up
turnt up
but wouldn’t pick a book up
fully loaded
but disengaged
disenfranchised
despondent
despaired &  full of rage
till they release the safety
pull the trigger
the pin strikes primer
spits fire out the chamber
light shows
under street lights

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