Best Poems Written by Phillip Owens

Real Life

Now this poem right here is going to change a man/
This is going to stretch out like elastic bands/
From Dallas to Indiana to Alaska man/
This is going to go down in black history man/

See we rap about guns violence and sex tapes/
Older brother’s that take young girls and still rape/
What happen to our pride and our self-esteem/
What happen to our passion and our wildest dreams/
What ever it was, it was down right sorry/
We rather postpone leadership to buy a Ferrari/
And a lot of our young girls are wearing make-up/
And a lot of our young brothers sell drugs to purchase 
Jacobs/
And that’s the same fellow who forgot his latex/
Now his girl got AIDS and not mention she pregnant/
Now her brother is mad and he’s ready to cap (shoot) him/
But that’s why I’m here for, for words of inspiration/

Now the girl is doing fine but she had sex before marriage/
But the baby couldn’t make it so she had a miscarriage/
Now she so depressed, she’s headed for drugs from needles,
To crack pipes trying to find that love/
All in the wrong places the devil in different faces/
She’s stripping at strip clubs, for tips so she can make it/
And the brother who got her pregnant he’s just sitting back and 
Laughing and/
Got gassed (shot) a couple weeks ago for drug trafficking/
Yeah, see he paid the price/
Took God’s gift for granted the gift of life/

Now getting back to the girl she’s happy her man gone/
She used to be dark skin, but he beat her bad, now she’s
Redbone/
Her hair’s grown/
Back from wearing he use to snatch it out/
And on top of that kicked her out her own house/
So she had enough one day/
And pulled out his AK (gun)/
And said “The day you touch me again, you’ll die the same day”/
But that was before he died, and she’s making it now and/
Got her master’s degree and she’s making a hundred thousand/
Dollars each year, and daily she prays/
Pays five grand on medicine because she still has AIDS/
And I wish the poem could end, but it’s sad to say/
Of what happen to this girl still goes on and happens today/

Copyright © Phillip Owens | Year Posted 2006