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Street Cries Poem
GHETTO GOSPEL
BY STREET CRIES
ABANDON BUILDINGS HOUSES WITH NO PARENTS ALL CHILDREN
READY AND WILLING TO BE PROGRAMED BY THE TELEVISION
GUNS WITH PRECISE PRECISION
PAIN PILL GOT US COMATOSE LIVING
KIDS MAKING ADULT DECISIONS
TO SURVIVE IS THE MISSION
WITCH EQUALS TO SENSELESS KILLING DRUG DEALING
LIFE IN PRISON
NO RESPECT FOR THE LIFE THAT'S GIVEN
PEOPLE GETTING RICH OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING
SATANIC RITUALS CELEBRITIES PRACTICING
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE WHATS HAPPENING
ARE WE A SLAVE TO THE WAY SOCIETY GOT US ACTING TODAY
ARE WE PURPOSELY LEAD ASTRAY
CLONE MEAT APPROVED BY THE F.D.A
VOICES BEING SILENCED THAT HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY
WE SEEM TO BE RUNNING A RACE WITH NO RELAY
STUCK IN A PLACE WITH NO LEEWAY
TRYING TO OVER COME OBSTACLES
THANK YOU FOR READING MY GHETTO GOSPEL
GOODNIGHT
Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2014
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Street Cries Poem
By Ezar
As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree
At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades
Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare
I will have my secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire
Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air
How is Jamal doing
I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting
Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing
You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving
Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me
I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me
I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree
So she can take over the business after me
You know how important it is to leave a legacy
What collage is Jamal going to or is he still going to the army
I hear they pay for college tuition
I told my son its not worth it when your arms and legs missing
But I understand Jamal got to do what he got to do
Giving Jamals hand he got to move how he has to move
Well I have to go watch for the stocks on the news
See you on Monday I hope your situation improves Peace
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Street Cries
Son remember this gentle kiss can hide filthyness of feature events
As I converse to his innocence
Our time spent precious in a world reckless hectic dieses infected
Praying he receive the message knowing his faith is tested
Make sure your hearts protected this world leaves you breathless if you let it
Never forget it pops said it when you realize in due time we have street cries
Don't be suprised truth they undermine hide slide lies make sure your on point Jackson five
They penilize those crossing lines decide to open wide
Supply masses their plans of genocide that's why mysterious people die
Classified chemical envasion replacing brain stimulation Intensifies sensation stem cell occupations
Secret military stations nations at war destroying creation
This is what you facing lust chaseing digital information generation
Be aware of were trust you placing food you tasting
F.D.A gets away everyday putting unhealth on shelf increasing wealth
Make sure to obtain knowledge of self
Welcome to the new world hope this conversation helps peace
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By Street Cries
I run for the days my ancestors where slaves beat tossed in a grave
Four hundred years work no pay
Death to those who ran away
Hung from a tree till they passed away
Women and children taken away
Stripped of religion way they pray
I run for the days Malcolm X was slayen
Martin Luther had a dream but ended the same
Government flooded hoods with cocaine
Panthers blamed put in prison chains eraseing names
Marching for civil rights police fight dog bite Mississippi burning at night
I run for the days churches went
a blaze
Hatred for the way we are made
Homeless kids no where to stay
my people trapped in a maze
Buying escalade cent not saved
Taught to be consumers keep us in place
So I run this race voice of the unheard
Put mental food on da plate
Going pass rules they make
Supply masses with tools that don't break
Blood of a king you can see it in my face
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Street Cries Poem
BY EZAR
I am seeing the lives of others faceing a path with out covers
Trying to survive without fathers
No love for one another cold is world with out guidance for boys and girls
Not knowing that they are jewels like diamonds and pearls
Dark or light course hair or curlers
They all need to see what life could be from the height of the heavens to depths of the seas
Years full term 360 degrees
Money well earned to supply their needs
Instead of guns to squeeze addicted to drugs like rats to cheese
Being taught false facts to please the masses blurred sight even with glasses
Believing their less than average
No positivity so they become stagnant
My heart cries for its more than tragic
Mind control music labeled as classic
Consumed by the youth seen though the action
A generation lost is the price of the cost
Saleing their souls only concerned about what to floss
Thinking that riches and wealth is the true boss
Don't they realize that Jesus died and shed blood for their lives on the cross
Different languages but the same perspective
On how the world is doing anything for the lights of show bizz
Even though they are blessed with seeds of greatness PEACE
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THE COFFEE SHOP
BY EZAR AND STEPHANIE
The Coffee Shop (Male)
It was a warm summer afternoon; As the sun covered the sidewalk like they were bride and groom.
On my way to the coffee shop, a place where I often stop… In the downtown city blocks.
Wearing cream designer shirt, shoes, slacks, and socks; I saw walking towards me a lady with beauty on lock; Designer dressed from bottom to top.
Louis Vuitton heels, the color of scorching hot; Thinking to myself, she deserve props. Not realizing that we were both headed to coffee shop, a place where I often stopped.
Like a gentleman, I open the door to let her in Prada is what I smelled in the wind.
Oh my, she had thick legs and thick thighs Brown skin with light brown eyes.
Headed to the Bristo with a laptop by her side…
She ordered a caramel latte. What do I do to break the ice and conversate?
At the coffee shop a place where I often stopped.
Written by Ezar Williams
The Coffee Shop (Female)
Work heavy on my mind; Mid day, need to break away and unwind
The weather is warm to my skin; The air is breezy and fresh as I take it all in…On my way to the coffee shop where I often stop.
Laptop in one hand, purse in the other; As I walked towards the door, I noticed a “Brotha”?
Tall, dark, and handsome would not be original; This Brotha has stance, confidence of someone spiritual.
He opened the door, as a gentleman should; I walked by, nodded politely, but in my mind he stood.
His eyes spoke, and his smile remained still; Designer dressed, shoes, matching hat, dressed to kill.
I headed to the counter to order my favorite drink as if I wasn’t fazed; By his inviting stature or silent praise.
“Caramel Latte” I request, “I’ll be at my usual table” I directed.
Something was different at the coffee shop, a place where I often stopped.
Written by Stephanie Jones
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BY
STREET CRIES
MY SEARCH FOR ANSWER LEAD ME TO YOUR BOOK OF LIFE
FEELING CONFUSED AS DAY TURNS TO NIGHT
GUILTINESS OF THE ACCUSED DIMS MY LIGHT
AT TIMES I DON'T KNOW WITCH WAY TO CHOOSE IN THIS FIGHT
SPIRITUALLY ABUSED TRYING TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT
I LOOK TO YOU TO LEAD ME THOUGH WHAT I GO THOUGH
MY TRUST IN YOU GROWS AS YOU PROVE TO SHOW
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE THAT I AM BEGINNING TO KNOW
YOU OPEN MY EYES TO LIGHT THAT I SEE
THANK YOU FATHER FOR PLACING YOU HANDS ON ME
MOLDING ME TO BE THE TYPE OF MAN YOU WANT ME TO BE
GLORIFYING YOUR NAME AS I RUN TO MY DESTINY
SEARCHING FOR SALVATION RECIPE
AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE YOU STILL SEE THE BEST IN ME
AT TIMES ITS HARD TO BELIEVE YOU'VE FORGIVEN ME
BUT YOU CONTINUALLY SHOW ME YOUR LOVE AND GRACE
COVERS ME
FOR THAT REASON I WRITE PRAISE POETRY
FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS GIVE YOU THE GLORY
I KNOW YOUR POWER GOES BEFORE ME
CLEARING THE PATH YOU LAY BEFORE ME
HUMBLY I PRAY TO THEE
ACKNOWLEDGING YOUR ROYALTY
THE PRESENTS OF YOUR HOLY SPIRIT
MAKES ME REACT JOYFULLY
ITS A JOY TO BE A CHILD OF HIS MAJESTY
LIVING LIFE MORE ABUNDANTLY WITH OUT BOUNDARIES
EXCEEDING ANY WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME
SPIRITUALLY CONNECTED TO YOUR DYNASTY
BECAUSE THE WORDS OF A KING LIVES INSIDE OF ME
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BY STREET CRIES
PEOPLE PASS ME LIKE I DONT EXIST
LIKE I AM THE ONE WHO REALLY WANTED THIS
DROWNING IN MY SORROW AS I REMINISCE
DAYS OF MY LIFE FULL OF HUNDRED DOLLARNESS
FAST CARS PLENTY OF WOMEN TO KISS
NOW WOMEN RUN CAUSE OF MY STENCH
I USE TO BE ON BILLBOARD ADVERTISEMENT
NOW I HOLD SIGNS IN FRONT OF BILLBOARD ADVERTISEMENT
FACE FULL OF PAIN BEYOND RECOGNIZEMENT
HEART FULL OF SHAME WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT
YOU CANT SLEEP OR BE HERE IS MY ONLY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
FORCE TO LIVE IN A ENVIRONMENT WHERE ADDICTION IS DOMINATE
ROB AND RAPE HAPPEN TO THE SCARED AND SILENT
JUST TO GET A PLATE CAN TURN INTO SENSELESS VIOLENCE
UNDER THE INTERSTATE JUST TO CLOSE MY EYE LIDS
BLINDNESS PROTECTS YOU FROM SOCIETY DISGUISES
WHILE I STAND IN A FOOD LINE APART OF THE POVERTY CRISIS
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BY STREET CRIES
READING BOOKS TO THE SOUNDS OF JAZZ
ABSORBING TUNES TO A HYPNOTIC PAST
WHERE HORNS ARE BLOWN AND KEYS PLAYED
AT JUST THE RIGHT TONE
ITS A SOULFULL VIBE THAT CREATS A RELAXING
ZONE
PROVIDING THE LATE GREAT DUKE ELLITON A
PLACE TO CALL HOME
MILLES DAVIS RELEASES RHYTHM EQUAL TO A
HORMONIC CELL PHONE
THE LOVELY ELLA FITZGERALD VOICE IS MORE THAN
WELL KNOWN
NATKING COLE SINGS UNFORGETTABLE SONGS THAT
MAKES MONIALISA DREAM
BY ALL MEANS
SPENDING SUMMER TIME IN STORMY WEATHER
BROUGHT YOU AND BILLE HOLIDAY CLOSER TOGETHER
HOWEVER
NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG AUTUMN IN NEW YORK
LAST LIKE LOUIE ARMSTRONG
AS I CONTINUE ON
CHARLIE PARKER DISPLAYS LOVE FOR SALE THROUGH
HIS SAXOPHONE
LEAVING A HOT HOUSE OF HUNGRY KISSES FROM
GENTLEMAN TO MISSES
EQUAL TRUE WISHES
THESE ARE CHARACTERISTICS OF THE AMBITIOUS
LEAVING LISTENERS SPIRITS UPLIFTED
WITH TALENTS THAT SAY UNRESTRICTED
BLESSING THE WORLD THEY VISIT WITH THE TIME
THAT WAS GIVEN
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BY STREET CRIES
MY POETRY IS WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME
THINKING ABOUT THE DAYS THAT'S LEFT BEHIND ME
I REPRESENT WHERE THE BLIND SEE
THROUGH PROPHETIC DREAMS INSIDE OF ME
TELLING ME WHAT LIFE IS SUPPOSE TO BE
BUT I SEE CRIES IN THE STREETS
FAMILIES WITH NOTHING TO EAT
PEOPLE ACCEPTING DEFEAT
NO BODY TO TEACH DREAMS NEVER BEING REACHED
P.O.F IS APART OF THE SPEECH
GOING TO WAR IS ALL YOU CAN BE
WHEN LIFE IS ALL ABOUT PEACE
LIFT UP THE LIES AND SEE WHATS UNDERNEATH
TEARS IN MY EYES LIKE SAND ON THE BEACH
ITS ABOUT TIME FOR THE PEOPLE TO SPEAK
I'AM ON THE GRIND FOR PEOPLE WHO SEEK
KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING OF THE TEACH
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