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Keison Arnold Poem
I'm tired as I'm about to expire trying to conspire to take my education higher where to
the world I am sire
I get tired of people getting PELL I'm this, I'm that, I'm there, I'm where; I'm here
and about to fail as I go through hell while creditors stalk me through the mail
My blood bleeds success but I must confess if I wasn't blessed, I'd be a mess because
I'm obsessed with being the best
But as life gets hard, I wonder if my start will end before it begins over a test of my
heart,
The struggle still needs to be fought over freedom of thought
While I try to stay Mr. 4.0 somebody can decide my chest needs a zero because of some
stuff that wasn't worth cero over some de niro and they really think they Pacino
I don't want to be a King or a GD, a Cobra or a BD, a Four Corner Hustla or SGD, I just
want to be me and it's hard to do that with walking through these streets because they
don't understand peace; all they understand is heat from a piece
Why life gotta be so tough?
Why I gotta be prove I'm rough?
Why people gotta come in my face and talk stuff?
Isn't just being black enough?
Why when I take these streets guys gotta look at me and wonder if ima turn my hat to the
west or the east; why my mind can't be free to study culinary and get off 87th street
I pick up a paper and I get scared of terror alert red or anything Bush has said about
the children in Africa getting fed or the blood in the Middle East being bled but as my
tears turn red because I read about a girl who took lead in the head because she wanted
to get ahead and grow up to be a fed at least that is what the line of the head said but
she will never be able to come home to her bed
Life is a gamble or a try
College is suppose to be a smooth ride and that's a lie because I don't know if ima live
from the bus ride to the El ride
but
I'm this, I'm that, I'm where; I'm here
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Keison Arnold Poem
To serve and protect
Any person with an intellect can see that to serve and protect you must serve and
protect and not beat and neglect
I’ve seen police that made people hit the deck for the visual effect; they were so
joyful they became erect and pumped their pecks
They’re everywhere from here to there and they drive off fear whether close or near and
gloat about it peer to peer
Police are far and in between as drug dealers are just around the bend
But
The pigs rather evoke emotion from the common being
Not old enough o drink but old enough to think
So, who is being served and protected?
5 0 takes people’s rights and neglect em’; When asked about it, they take the questions
and deflect em’
I have the right to remain silent but they keep asking questions and saying I’m going to
learn my lesson
Anything I say can and will be used against me because they still goin’ beat on me but
my pride maximized x3 because the man in me won’t let me be a victim of the police
I have the right to an attorney, but all he gone do is screw me and say plea and that
ain’t me; doing time gleefully is not for me to do out of stupidity
If I can’t afford an attorney one will be provided for me because their view is one-
sided and they want it to say it was me without trying it
Come on and read me my rights because you already took my god-given rights and shackled
them out of sight never to be seen again by my eyes
My rights have been took even rooked and shook by the hook by the crooks from the police
department of the county of Cook in the land the white took by taking the Natives and
boot em’
What else could I expect from the people who are suppose…
To serve and protect
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The eloquent way that love stalks to the way that beauty walks
Have you ever seen intelligence talk; I’m telling you it should be against the law
The difference between love and lust is more of a see-saw
Love seems to eye you like a hawk as lust waits till the two of you are in the park
Love is beautiful and wants to talk as lust makes beautiful squawks
Love likes to hold hands in the mall and lust likes to act like a piston against the wall
But through it all from the summer to the fall
Love and lust makes a beautiful pair
Without lust, love wouldn’t be worth the despair
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