Brian Anderson Poet Rhyme

A Stones Throw From Hell

a stones throw from hell
around the corner from jail
big city of dreams
and small schemes for mail
we touch and go in the 'hood
and it don't look good
young brotha at the park
the little engine that could
the wrong side of the tracks
ya little puffs of smoke
aint from the weed
it's 'cause you don't got a coat
a lifetime of abuse
the nieghborhood is a noose
gettin' tighter everyday so
what the hell is the use
they might call it the game
but to me it's insane
can't deal with the pain
i pray to God for a change

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John Tanaskow May 15, 2009 at 3:41 AM no matter how you chew it. it's like chewing leather. and man i'm no gangsta.

Oldcrow Poet April 26, 2009 at 11:47 AM this is good. i like the little engine that could on the wrong side of the tracks puffing smoke part. what hood is this about?

Charlene Bird April 19, 2009 at 8:03 PM touching piece of sadness here, such a crime that people have to live around this type of abuse, and so oftent that it happens others just look away. I feel ya!

Steve Voorhees April 19, 2009 at 6:56 PM Nice piece of writing man...this reminds me of a Bay area Hip-hop group I like....Zion I....it's intelligent and insightful without losing the feel of another grimy day in the streets. Keep that pen in motion! Steve

Arany P. April 18, 2009 at 2:54 AM well written Brian ... your words are so deep and thoughtful! and thank you for your lovely comment ... ~ Arany

Tyler Davis April 18, 2009 at 1:48 AM Nice work and thanks for the comment.

Kat Crane April 18, 2009 at 1:40 AM It's a vivid picture you paint Brian of a place that many choose to ignore. I worry for that young man