Underground Poets Poetry ain’t never gonna stop, forever got people following idiot-acracy, We need people flying high, we need bullet proof casings got flow meeting catastrophe, Ever watched the lights singing the poe-poe coming 4 U, no name basis got a skin database, Our flow forever stays hot, ice-cold bottles serving hickory sticks, Trajectory targeted jail cells, checking fridges for purple drink, Life ain’t fair, we got the stairway to heaven closed off, Been told Gangsters don’t go to Paradise, whatya’ call Hassan (ra) telling Umar bin al-Khattab (ra) off, Can’t sling poetry in Allah’s (swt) house, Hassan (ra) telling Umar (ra), “I’ve done poetry in front of better than the likes of you.” Running the streets not about what you lose, poets lay the street with bones of the deceased, You targeted our family, you came after our old ladies, Telling our kids daddy got a man in prison, lying to our kids ain’t never gonna’ work, Kids these days know the definition of lynched, Sugar Hill Kids intake, Public Enemy we all Capone, traveling caravans carrying automatic’s, Tossing Bar Tabs you poking noses in our buildings, told us Malcolm X’s son got robbed, What we look like no good fools? You got no understanding of our glory, Muslims don’t drink if you gotta’ know, now we know you killing us Mexico ain’t safe, Ever been Underground, better grab a 4-5 to help ya’, Light switch need your brain lit, we got a match to watch you light up, Situation is a trick G, reading Jesus called Esa’ (pbuh), Now days we got city streets laced with FBI bugs, undercover cops switching Quran’s with Bibles, Would ya know’ similarity has patterns between genetics, Islam and Christians come from the same tree, Muslims memorizing the Quran hourly, obligation to understand the Anjil yearly, We know Christians without having to listen in your headphones daily, If you ask us why Poetry stays, ask yourself why civil disobedience needs a historian, We got bias tossed wayside, were here to write autobiographies, From the eyes of the city slicks, to the eyes of the corner strolling, We got men and women knowing their voices legends in the making, Call us Poetry serving morality a slice of immortality. Call us Poets.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 01:33:05 +0000
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