Five From LA

in a room laced with gloom 
his beats boom he dreams of wreckin' the mike
his momma's home she's alone 
a sad song she struggles she fights
his lil' sis' is quite a miss 
but them fives they do dis' they women so bad
but they alright except at night 
for fives will fight you know a drive-bye’s to be had
in the ghetto he's a cello 
if he's yellow he's bound to get played
his homies ain't no phonies 
they drinkin' forties and lookin' to get paid
on the corner he's a gonna' 
take lil' Jack Horner’s fo' they Christmas pie
sticks in his thumb pulls out a gun 
ya' betta' run son he's one crazy lil' five

there's two sides to this lil' five 
he's full of jive and has a heart of gold
if he jacks you fo' fifty don't give in too swiftly 
he's kinda' shifty he'll want fifty more
his mom's on welfare nobody else will care 
some fives they do stare at his lil' sis
on Sundays in church his soul he must search 
at night he does dirt a childhood was missed
a baby born a bastard; things happen fasta' 
the streets might cast ya' in the role of a wimp
a five from L.A. drivin' a six tre' 
crime it do pay wants his name on the blimp
the U.S. government cannot prevent 
this adolescent from goin' astray
not to mention juvenile detention 
just another dimension of the American way

joined a street gang it's a ghetto thang 
playin' the dope game he's a thug fo' life
original gangstas like this lil' pranksta' 
he can't wait to shank ya' in the heat of the night
OG's got a mission some fives they dissed 'em 
pranksta' can get 'em it's initiation day
the scene's a playground it's fin' to go down 
babies they run 'round looks like a foray
closer and closer his heart grows colder 
gettin' bolder and bolder his nine-millimeter jams
seventeen years old his body turns cold 
his last episode hollow points rip his ass
a frontpage story didn't earn no glory 
nature was predatory really dug his profile
he carried my name could not break the chain 
he lived in vain he was my only child
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Lu Avatar
November 9, 2017 at 5:45 AM
a picture of real life!
Evans Avatar
November 9, 2017 at 10:20 AM
Poetry is the perfect place to address social issues. Thanks for the input...............peace!
Cresswell Avatar
November 8, 2017 at 9:21 AM
We learn what we live and we are passing on the worst in us it seems. Your poem has saddened me because it is a story of waste. Life, love, potential.
Evans Avatar
November 9, 2017 at 10:12 AM
Pat this was written while on stand bye at McCarron airport in Vegas. Love it when that happens.....
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