Michael White Poet Rhyme

Way of the World Part Two

everybody out for self
young kids in the pen facing death
and still got milk on his breath

first case that hit em he a victim
court appointed lawyer
b.s him got him in the system

and these preteens get more c.r.e.a.m than folgers
in high school they high rollers
all ways strapped like soldiers

I got to deal with mean mugs
the c.r.e.a.m from drugs
the screams and blood 
the scene of fiends and thugs

cop cars, yellow tape, chalked outlines
teardrops from the crying  
but that don't stop the dyeing

trying to get mines without getting got
hit me im hitting back
I was told to shoot or you getting shot

and peace a'int two fingers spreaded it's the steel in your  palms
threaten to squeeze enemies remain calm

but there is no way in the world to beat the way of the world
I get drunk and I earl and get in fights with my girl

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