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Delawrence Reed Poem
To my father who beat his demons but passed away May 22, 2005
When I woke up lord, I had that feeling
That sinking feeling
I was leaving you
I felt we were though
That taste has been calling me
That lifestyle been stalking me
The same thing that took my pops
It’s after me and it just won’t stop
Last night lord, I thought I had said good bye
I was going for “just one beer”
As I walked I felt fear and I stopped
I said “no you are not”
I turned around real fast
And thanked you for that quick cab
Everyday I have demons speaking through my friend
Will you ever come out again?
To spend all you’ve got
I’m not shocked lord
Because you told me so
Five hundred and sixty eight days ago
Today I said that I had a feeling
That feeling it never did produce
So I wake up, lord
Knowing I’ll always wake with struggles
But knowing I’m waking up with you
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Judge my acts,
Not my color.
When judging use facts,
Not prejudice because I’m a brother.
Then maybe I’ll believe,
“This land is my land”.
Maybe then I’ll achieve,
Instead of living life damned.
I shouldn’t have to go to a prep school,
To get the same education that you do
When I say “You”, you know who.
The ones who tell me to vote,
Hoping that I don’t
The ones who tell me “Just do it”
Making sure I can’t get though it.
Maybe then I’ll dream that American dream,
Maybe then I’ll believe that I’m part of the team.
All we need is equal, no more no less.
We will handle the rest,
Then we can pass the test.
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People who suffer from Alchoholism
Long nights, short days,
I don't know why I can't stay away
Hours of toasts, minutes of fame
the minutes that haunt my echoing brain
living a life of unbreakable shame
praying that god would help with the pain
no answer, but a bottle
a bottle of blame
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Give him an ounce of patience
A teaspoon of your time
Your minds been racing
What you’ve been searching to find
A good man with good teeth
No kids and no she
But brings the heat
Between the sheets
Dark toned, Caesar domed
Church going every Sunday
Unless he has work that day
Black man
The one many say doesn’t exist
But still he stands holding up his fist
No he doesn’t sling drugs
No he doesn’t pump slugs
His only reason for breathing
Is for his queen to join him
If you look, you can find him
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To the people who hasn't changed themselves for money
Hip Hop is in his blood
He gave his soul to the rhythm
And his life to the art he loves
Although he wasn’t a thug
He slung adjectives, verbs and nouns around town
Instead of drugs
He packed a mic
No knife, no gun
For the art he loved
He sacrificed money
He sacrificed fame
Because he would not change
For that buck that would have changed his life
He chose integrity instead of ice
He chose to tell the truth
Instead of lying to get produced
And now when he spits through microphones
People know that he made it on his own
Without slinging, killing,
Or selling his soul
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Many are living sinfully without even a thought,
That God watches the moves of many that’s lost
That God’s willing to slay the demons that haunt,
The many who seek love but can’t see through the dark
Faith is all you need
Faith is what had his young son bleed for our wrongful deeds
It’s the same thing that has many people fall to their knees,
Begging god please
Forgive me fore I’ve sinned
He forgives us all now
And he forgave us then
You must believe in him,
Because he believes in you
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