Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther Poet Rhyme

Of Poverty

FOOD STAMPS.  BOXING champ of the hood.
Thought you should know ain't got the RENT.  WELFARE check
Shrank and WENT.  to FOOD PURCHASEMENT.
BOTTLES AND CANS. IN closets, in tubs, on fire escapes under
Beds.  THAT'S how WE be fed.

Lottery numbers out today.  Big Mama wanna play.  Big Mama
Need money for her children's sake.  FOOD STAMPS.  NO MORE
Night time hunger  cramps.
TONIGHT.  THAT'S right.  We eat steak tonight. we be rich. Yeah!
THAT'S right TONIGHT.

Holding up WELFARE checks  we suspect.  BUDGET CUTS. 
IT WON'T  AFFECT.  THE UNDERGROUND ECONOMY.  NOW the sun
Has set.  What the heck. 
TOMORROW WE CHASE the dream again  trying not to give in.
BREATHING  HARD.  I swear to GOD next time we gone CATCH IT. WE
Gone  set the PACE.  WE. Gone  win.  The CHASE.  that changes the  RACE.

And let my BROTHERS in.  Make All Mothers Grin.

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