If I Could Teach the Hood
If I could teach the
hood to read a book
without some slang,
it wouldn't kill the
fire but it'd surely
douse the flame,
that burns within
the hearts of those
who're all about the
game, I haven't
come to preach but
teach us all just
how to change.
If I could teach the
hood to just get up
from off its seat,
we'd have the
strength to knock
caucasians right up
off their feet,
expand our
children's minds to
places they don't
often see, the world
is more than
graveyards where
they lay black
coffins deep.
If I could take my
daughter to the park
to have some fun,
without the
constant worry of
these hoodlums
sparkin guns,
not carin who gets
hit cause Heaven
knows they have no
aim, to bust off
indiscriminate these
people have no
shame.
If I could teach the
hood that freedom
isn't nathan free, a
debit card is
needed be prepared
to pay the fee,
the tough ones talk
that feces they're
the first to talk and
flee, the knowledge
brings the power so
the weak come
walk with me.
I love the hood and
rep it, t'was the
hood where I was
born, and raised
inside the vision of
a prison's eye of
storm,
statistic'lly,
realistic'lly as I defy
the norm, and guide
my hood through
night to understand
the prize is dawn.
Copyright © James Lewis | Year Posted 2011
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