Metrosphere 2004-2005

Black Family Crisis:
A Poem From The Hood

James A. Jackson

 

 

 

I've been keen
Ever since a preteen

Never even believe the sights my eyes have seen,
Lion Heart while most of these Emcees is Chicken George like Ben Vereen

Elevate the status
From welfare rolls and bitchass cops shooting at us
Still, not Abner Louima
No room for a broom
Just a black 9mil

We went from slaves on plantations
To running from the law in various locations.

Various occupations?
Grey hair and ulcers the results of tense situations
Black face plays! I ain't a Fool to be used as a Tool and a Slave
Fuck prison, return me to the grave!

Thought the days of Heroin was long gone?
Now cats pop tabs of Ex to get their
Freak on. Remember days back?
When dudes laced and lumped powder named Crack!
Turned my first love into a night-stalking fiend.
Now those same dudes get shot in games
Where the dice is
Caught in a Black Family Crisis!

I know you would like to hear shit to make you dance,
Even though this might be my last chance
To take a stance
Been rhyming for years, my life is extensive
Felonies, missed court dates, probation, madd expensive!

Ghetto Monk, five pounds of green trees in the trunk,
Teflon vests and 12 Gauge Pump
Every man and woman has a story to tell,
Mine is just graphic and gory as hell!
Ain't no glory in jail,
Most niggas just pray for early release or reduced bail!

Where's my reparations?
From years of forced labor, beatings and separations?
Ready to take over this whole joint with a little unity and concentration!

You don't believe they crushed our dreams like vices
Still caught in a Black family Crisis!
Peace!