TO MY STREET SOLDIERS
Sometimes in the game you get too deep
Losing sight of what's real-to lose or to keep
It's not you or sons legacy nor your life
The original intent was to feed you, your kid, and your wife
But perspective gets skewed-reality changed
What you do became you the longer you banged
All money ain't good money mentality was lost
Your wife took your kid and soon after was tossed
Good intention and real love is now bitter with hate
Wheres your soul now at the judgement gate?
Your sons coming up and right behind you
This story in the ghetto is nothing new
I'm putting my words out exactly for this
Don't be that statistic, it's you and yours that you diss
Just play the game-don't let it play you
It is what it is, don't live it too
All that hustling and juggling steady on your grind
Risking life and freedom if you get time
Dedication and work ethic are already there
Don't shoot yourself down-get on a square
Dirty money, trifling women and all that comes fast
Shouldn't overrule you cuz none of it will last
Unless it's for pure survival it's not worth the cost
Of your family, yourself, your soul will be lost
Take all the same long hours, hard work, and tough will and fight
Using learned skillz from that, tough deals, work ethic to do what's right
Don't underestimate all that or you who is stronger than most
When taking that legit will make others toast
Stop fighting each other~or yourself most of all
Be true to you, define yourself, own your shit to stand proud and tall.
by BambiLynn '12
His voice was sexy-comforting
His articulation spoke knowledge
With fluctuation of of the streetwise
He sought my attention
And delved into my depths
He said he got me, he liked me
Without a doubt, we were meant to be
We shared mind sets, standards
Talking excitedly hour upon hour, day to day
Hope I didn't know even existed glimmered
My soulmate, a gift I didn't think was for me
Happiness swelled in me as I hadn't felt in years
I believed, I trusted, no doubt, no fears
Then it all vanished, disappeared without a trace
It was all just his game
He saw a challenge and he conquered
It was his source of amusement
How he measured himself as a man
The writhing and ripping of my soul was boring
My emotional agony redundant
I had quit casual sex and somehow, I got fucked anyway
Less than you
Because I am the way I am
I ask, in Gods eye, where I stand.
Am I wrong for what I do?
Does it make me less than you?
I do not cheat, I could not kill-
The things I have, I did not steal.
I hurt no one except for me...
I've deprived myself of dignity.
A sacrifice I had to make,
Relates to the life I face.
My innocence, long lost so young-
Never fully experiencing childhood fun.
I followed a path of those before,
And, after me, will be followed by more.
But does that make me nothing good?
Not doing what you think I should?
I didn't choose this life I lead,
Growing up with lightning speed.
Though somewhere else I'd rather be,
For always, this is my reality.
But does this make me less than you?
I know, sometimes I think so too.
Sometimes I cry and The Lord, why can't I be something more?
Life is rough and as I look around...
Things get worse and nothing better.
So as I sit and write this letter,
I pray my God watches over me,
And never gives up on what he sees.
I hope, sometimes, he hears my voice;
And loves me still despite my choice.
What I've done in my hard life I live,
Is this all things that he'll forgive?
The child long sacrificed in me,
As I live out my reality.
Am I any less than you?
Do you think he loves me too?
When you cast your eyes on me-
Say one deed is not all you see...
A man impatient on the corner
Waiting for the light to say walk
As cars drive by splashing mud
Oblivious to anything going on
A truck pulls too far into the intersection
And a car has to screech to a halt
The driver swearing out of his window
Then continues on his way
Rain sprinkles gently down on all the world
Softly saying GOD BLESS YOU
But no one listens....
ODE FROM AN OG
Quit using violence to talk, no one respects out of fear
All money ain't good money, when you risk what's dear
It's a game, don't sell your soul
Stay true to you, fake takes a toll
Self esteem can't be found in a bar or a car
Caretake what's inside, who you really are
Family first and your ROOF too
What holds us back or shoots us down shouldn't be me and you
Just a little OG needs to come back to all game
This killing and hating is nonsense insane
Don't kill haters and violators, shame and starve them out
Just that one OG way can bring turnabout
Protect and respect home, family, yourself without doubt
Play is money game, hustle to better life is what it's about
We need to bring some OG back to the game
They say only playas change, the games stays the same
But that ain't true, and it smells bad too
I've watched and thought and come up w this notion
Staying true to me is failing thug devotion
OG principles need to get back in track
Stop violence and hate, bring respect, g.p., and true hustling back!
All this hatin and violence can hit the door
Let's define what OLD SCHOOL GANGSTAS stood for
There was standards and rules for all OG
And to fit in the circle, you had to be...
True to the game w caliber and class
Not recognizing popcorn, gorilla, gutter, or trash
No one took from their home to invest in the game (insane)
You put your all in your home then hustled to come up or keep yo standard of living the same
The game kept severe poverty out of the life
Especially for kids whose dads walked out on their wife
Back then the only out was to play ball
Working only for a few gifted and tall
OG's didn't hate, had each other's backs
Supporting and competeing a little in building stacks
No pulling guns If one in the circle did wrong or violated
It was worse when OG's shut them out into starvation
Paying in shame, and being left out and without
Teaching a lesson instead of ending lives is better without doubt
Violence puts everything in the spotlight
Stopping all hustle, all money, having to set it down out if sight
When you take a life, you end yours too
Original purpose defeated, no life, no money you fool
When our own turns on itself~something's terribly wrong
Bring some OG back is the point of this song
Treat one another with love and respect
Deaths only a heartbeat away, on that you can bet
Stop all this killing and hate, have each other's back
Burning your own bridges isn't the right fight or attack
No hustle or game should be how you live
Or the legacy passed down to your kids with nothing to give
It should only be used as needed to come up and do more
Making things better for our families, not killing them to even the score
Don't take from the kids, settling for gutter and trash
Be true to you and the game, with caliber and class
Do what you do to come up, but keep growing past the game
Fight to be better, not each other, keep home and family sane
QUIT USING VIOLENCE TO TALK~NO ONE RESPECTS DUE TO FEAR.
ALL MONEY AINT GOOD MONEY~WHEN ITS DOWN TO WHATS DEAR.
PLAY THE GAME~DONT SELL YOUR SOUL.
STAY TRUE TO YOU~PERPETRATING TAKES A TOLL.
SELF ESTEEM ISNT IN AN EXPENSIVE CAR~INSIDE YOU IS WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
FAMILY FIRST, TAKE CARE OF "ROOF" TOO~HELP THOSE ON THE COME UP, OR WHATS HOLDING US DOWN IS ONLY ME AND YOU.
BRING SOME OG BACK TO THE GAME~CUZ SHOOTING EACH OTHER DOWN GOTTA CHANGE.
YOU DONT KILL A BAD PLAYA~JUST STARVE HIM OR HER OUT.
CUZ THAT THE OG WAY~WHAT GOOD HUSTLES ABOUT.
MORE THAN A MINUTE
by BambiLynn '14
(*Inspired by the tragic shooting of NEHEMIAH)
This is for the NORTHSIDE, old or young
Stop the violence and set down the gun
This is gotten old, it's nothing new
We keep paying the price of what guns do
The bullets end all involved life as it's known
And YOU ALREADY KNOW you're killing your own
It's far too extreme for problems of the day
Please take the time to find another way
You take a life and end yours too
It's really selfish and bigger than you two
No amount of church, prayer, or song
Tells your mother where she went wrong
Your sister and brothers are left grieving that day
Yet forever attached to where you're put away
Do you have a girl, a wife, hope not a pregnancy
Any children of your own left with this legacy
Your favorite teacher, adored coach; school venue
All left feeling they failed and afraid to continue
How about your homies, all down for you
What position have you now put them in too
There's a bigger picture than that one minute
And it entails way more than just you in it
All of this is of flesh, bone, and skin
Deeper than a son, your mother, any of your kin
Take it one step further~ there's an even bigger toll
There will be hell to pay, you sold your eternal soul
So just take a deep breath, and a second to think
Before you jump for a gun and change forever in a blink
To all of the NORTHSIDE old or young
PLEASE STOP THIS VIOLENCE AND SET DOWN YOUR GUN
EVERY LAST ONE OF US IS INCLUDED IN IT
ITS WAY BIGGER THAN YOU, AND MORE THAN A MINUTE
You were my baby, a gift, and I was so in love with you...
They say to love all your children the same, but that isn't possible to do.
Being older, counseling, risking my life to have you.
Having cervical cancer, they said Abort, to follow thru~we'd both die.
Because you were mixed, my mother said she'd disown me and made me try.
Went to appt, saw machine and it made me sick.
Got up and left, couldn't do it, that night felt your first kick.
I quit all drugs and drinking and carried you full term.
We'd be riddled w cancer, I'd hemorrhage, or in hell I'd burn.
With faith in God, had you natural, w Dawn and Cris at my side.
No mishap, no cancer, you were healthy and so beautiful that I cried.
Despite my mothers threats and racism, you were loved and accepted.
You say being mixed was hard, but you were popular and respected.
So cute and charismatic, you erased prejudice and bias.
You fit in and were favored by all who lived by us.
I loved you deeply and do even still.
A gift from God and your genetics, you have great passion and skill.
I'm sorry you hate me, say I failed you, and see me in worse possible light.
I gave you ten times more than was given me to make you alright.
Just remember who you were named for, and how you came to be.
You can hate me to death, but with your gift comes responsibility.
Please use it to teach, to lead, rise above bias, address racism, demand equality, change the world~ be the best God sent you here to be...
As I continue in this journey of
I have become a recluse to
avoid the strife
But regardless of all my
Every last person that gets
close is contempt
This betraying sabotaging
seems a trend
Without support trust
compassion~there is no friend
There seems to be a breed who
sucks on soul
Judging criticizing hidden
enemy their goal
They think hurting failing is
But if good game ain't
money~don't attach my name
It is a sad solitude sorrowful
Yet I'm secondhand, this is
their very being
Is this walking living proof of
Heartless soulless DECEIVERS
out to meddle
To think if so much was put
as much good
Each and every focused on
being all they should
Where trust love honesty
From town to city to state, the
whole world round
Minding to self tending to own
and acting grown
Then maybe beyond safe
haven, heaven on earth would