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I thought of one of my nephews before I wrote this, God bless him please

He's from a western land where the hustla's real,
And the thugs'll steal,
Brothers'll kill for the love o' bills,
Tryin' to get a mill[million],
Means much blood'll spill

So his forte's to scheme & die fo',
Gettin'that cream[money] & lie low,
Then hittin' up his rivals
An eye for an eye
and dealin' with street survival,

Makes him drift back to his childhood,
When it was much peace & all good,
But now he gets no sleep
He creeps deep in foul hoods,
Where bodies get chalked & the crowd stood,

In amazement,
Witnessin' homicide engravements on the pavements,
Too much of this misbehavement,

Has the communities decaying
and too many youngsters fall before their prime,
And the harsher the crime, steeper the prison time,

But he was born a product in a wicked jungle,
Bred to run amongst those who are far from humble,
And addicted to makin' they're funds grow,
And plus they're quick to stun those,

Who gets victimized by the hoods jurisdiction,
A whole slew of unsolved crimes
with very few convictions,
And justice is missin',
Because this lifestyle is opposite of fiction,

So he marches through ghetto life
with his hard hat & boots on,
Still focussed on gettin' his loot on,
While killers get their shoot on,
Many of them shoot wrong,
So innocent bystanders been dying for too long,
But he continues to move on,
As 1 of the Young, Wicked & Black

Copyright © louis brown | Year Posted 2015

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Let's go.....

I'm on a rough route to a righteous destination,
Tormented by the obstacles, blockin' my path
So I'm embracin',

All my miscreant guilt, blended up with my sorrows,
So I follow,
what lives in my heart
but I step wisely because somethings in life
are definitely hard to swallow,
and my motto's,

"knuckle up & search for the prize",
I see the world with clear vision
but evil sights are hurtin' my eyes,

What's the remedy for this Black Rain?,
Will success make my grey sky blue?
Is my pain ordained?,

I'm blessed with the  breath o' life
so I communicate with my Savior,
I thank him for everything he gave us,
and God made us,

In his own image, 
and the Holy Bible's the best book to read
but somedays
I still grimace through my scrimmage,

And somedays, I'm still drip dryin'
in the devils thunder,
and those days filled with blunder,
make me hesitate & wonder,
do I have what it takes
to keep me from goin' under?,

They say we're treadin' in the last days
I'm tryin' to conquer the beast,
My good out weighs my bad
so I feel I'm winning, because my minds at peace

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Soldiers in the line of fire,
we're mic for hire,
we're for the cash or die
so all kneel to the poetic sire,

It's the black king from the goddess
plantin' cash seeds in the garden of loot,
It's the moment of truth,

My voice is like a volcanic box of chatter,
Poetry tracks will stab ya' like daggers,
My words scatter like when blood splatters,

As I unveil my wisdom & remedies,
My human acts & energies tend to be,
The formulas for your life & deaths proximity,

I'm mic for hire,
Spectators kneel & scream sire,
Trumpets get blown
As I spread my message like a town crier,

It's the arrival of the buffalo soldier,
You seized up in the RHYME PEDDLA'Z culture,
Fumes from my vocal box will choke ya',

As i drop poetic rain throughout your village,
And spillage from my mind damn creates a pillage,

For cash flow,
To the non-believers I slash throats and bag foes,
I'm equivalent to spontaneous combustion
When I splash quotes,

In verbal warfare, I'm psycotic and I don't frolic,
With my melodic manuscripts to leave your brain spotted,

With my symbol,
My mind runs fugitive like Richard Kimball,
360 degrees from my left temple back to my left temple,

I spit cerebral typhoons,
Spoken words and hype tunes,
Will penetrate your system 
Leaving deep traces of mic wounds,

Which will reconstruct your eardrums,
I fears none but GOD the almighty big one,
A  shot of cognac be my serum I need a swig son,

While i'm deep inside the trenches, relentless,
Trying to keep my adversaries hintless,
Many die quick, hard & centless,

Tryin' to phathom,
The magnectic lyrical orgasms,
From the dark skin grizzly adams

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I will serve GOD until my last breath,
I know the devil comes to kill, destroy
and to represent theft,
See JESUS is the way
and he feeds us grace and mercy like a chef,
So I will eat until it's no more left,

But thats impossible because he is the supreme
the one we can lean on,
And as his follower I will cling on,
Because his team's strong,
We can praise him through prayers, shouts
or when we sing songs,

JESUS is my sunshine after the storm,
I found this out on the day that i formed,
My relationship with him, thats out of the norm,

So in a world that's dark, i'm ready to glow,
In his light and I will go where he tells me to go,
Because I love him so.

Copyright © louis brown | Year Posted 2015

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Inspired by a family member

"The building of a so called crystal stair"

When he was a young boy
and first put his feet on the block,
He was gritty on the grind[hustle]
for much cheese[money] on the block,
When the alphabet boys came through
he was smart & start leavin' the block,
and he witnessed homicides
and seen many people grieve on the block,

Raised up in a family of dough[money] cravers
So dough chasin's how he spends his hustlin' days,
Sometime a whole week with no sleep
would depict his hustlin' ways,
Somedays it's a struggle tryin' to bubble[get rich]
but he knew that hustlin' pays,
So from age 13 to 19 
he stayed hiking through the hustlin' maze,

See he wanted his pockets to have a gang o' green,
He sips Heem[Hennessy} with his main team,
He hooks people on a product
with no remorse & receives what the game brings,

His favorite chant's, 'Get the Paper, Get the paper
with the photo of the dead guys',
He's head wise,
and all night episodes
has him huggin' the traps[hustle spots]
with goons and they all have red eyes,

Where he dwells
it's a place where they idolize & respect those,
who keep their necks froze[diamond necklaces],
and they wear fresh clothes,
with alligator toes[shoes]
and bouncin'[climb] out o' Lex doze[Lexus doors],

So this motivates him to go hard in the square[game],
Even though he gets messages from certain pastors
and from the guys wearing bowties 
and have the parts in their hair,
He's in his own space though 
So he blows out cigar smoke & his nostrils flare,
He whispers out one of his favorite quotes
''The world is mine, but it show aint fair'',
So he tries to build a crystal stair.

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I can hear the wicked shots rangin',
Hood stars on the avenues hangin',
You hear the sounds of the ghetto
and loose change in B.U.Ms[brothers under madness]
metal cups clangin',

That poverty noise is 1 of the hood anthems,
Bailbondsmen collectin' hood ransoms,
and crooked police we can't stand'em,

And we're fed up with continuous violence,
All the dark clothes reunions
Too many moments of silence,

And R.I.Ps are another ghetto sound,
It doesn't matter if you're
We need to put the metal down,

The penitentiaries call some in elementary,
They don't know at a young age & eventually,
End up locked down where jailed sinners be,

I've been a witness to many gun tunes,
They're gettin' shot on the spot
No more meetin' up at high noon,
Death hits the community like a typhoon,

The devil's the evil artist to start this,
He has them tryin' to prove 
whose hood is the hardest,
While innocent bystanders
are like movin' targets,

So I shed a tear for some better years,
This world is cursed
So I write a verse for every hearse
until my ears & my head is clear.

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Everyday I rose
I felt trapped in the worlds confusion,
In a marathon of ' Life '
I got illusions of victory, but I was losin',
So I contemplated with self & my conclusion's,

It's no time for rest, see i'm blessed,
With the wisdom & favor of God
So I'll make it on my quest for success,

Because I'll suggest, a better plan
I'm a better man
But the ghetto blues                                                                                         Still sometimes attack me from behind,
We intertwine
And past episodes will have my frame of mind,

Deeply thinkin' 'bout my lost souljah's[friends],
Who were molded & sculptured,
In a culture fulla' vultures,
So I make a toast up,

To my friends, who became casualties,
They left the earth too soon
Some civilians some goons & in actuality,
Faulty faculties cause havoc
And it's sad to see,

When their Moms pray,
and hope that one day,
It's no more gun play,
and they're tired of screamin'
and watchin' their sons lay,

Dead in the streets &  families mourn,
But we can make it through storms,
If we put on Gods uniform,

Here's what I learned
You live a better life when you're saved,
Change your menu, don't continue to misbehave,
Only fools will stay Lucifers slave,

That's why I walk all my miles,
With a christian style & smile,
I changed my life style
and twisted my life dial
to a 'NEW LEASE'
So livin' is now worth while.

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I thought about my older brother when I wrote this

One morning I woke up
and my bed was now a king size,
No more chow lines
and my wisdom[wife] was puttin' in kitchen work
and I was blessed to gaze into my queens eyes,

She prepared a good breakfast & I swallowed my feast
Then I hit the rain closet
and came out smelling like Hugo Boss
and I'm appreciating my new attire,
Praise God no more D.O.C. suits, kites
no more roll calls or pass the wire,

So I put on my armor, ready to face the outside world
with my best battle cry,
" I'm Free "
But I remembered I was on parole
and somedays it's like being up manuer creek
solo with no paddle I,
Use my survival tactics
from studying the boulevards theatrics
and with confidence I straddle my,

War horse for the rough ride
plus I sharpen up my weapon of choice,
I know victory is the key
So I illustrate it through voice,

I don't gallop as I eagle eye the hood,
The change lets me know
I went from platinum status to wood,
I briefly reminisce on when the time was good,

The hawk's present 
so I pop the collar on my 6lb coat,
Chip getters & the thick chick sweaters
stalk the block and hounds quote,

Each others psudonems, some issuin' the news,
If you part of the society
that lives by the ' Quiet Code '
you stay true to them
I hear the ghetto winds whistlin' the blues,

See city life plays a cold tune
and ' No Love ' is the bass line,
So when my mind rewinds
I realize that sometimes prison V.I's[visits]
is your only source of face time,

That's why I have much love for my peers
doing much time on tiers,
See hard time & yard time keeps your mind on clear,
And you must conquer all your fears,
In this, frigid world that's been gelid for years,
So for all my loved ones who couldn't be here,
I toast to the ' Most High '
and spill liquors and beers,

Because i'm back in the outside world
But am I really free?

Copyright © louis brown | Year Posted 2015

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I went ghetto gold .......

I was told that when I flip this, 
I'm come sicker than syphilis,
My verses come in 3's like triplets,
I drop ebonic type scriptures,

That keep your eardrumbs numb,
when my psalms roll off my tongue,
my adversaries hide & run,
as the oxygen escapes from my lungs,

I lace my poetic sermons with codeine
the mo' feinds means the mo' green I separate,
I'm a cheese head like in Green Bay
so I stay in a chedda' state[money state],

of mind frame & 1 of my prophecies,
I will rise at a high velocity,
and my thoughts'll be,
sprinkled[spoken ] far from sloppily,

when my voice is transmitted,
the pathetic get netted & shredded,
by my unsweetened poetic antidotes
see i'm sugarfree like diabetics,

Strong Faith,Family&Love's a good trinity,
and my deliveries,
during my performances or soliloquies,
will let all know this should be,
broadcasted throughout history,

I'm the vocabulary minister,
If your poetry soul's empty I'll replenish ya',
and when I'm finished
I'll stamp your inner thoughts
with the Rhyme Pedllaz signature,

And my mouthpiece unleashes verbal hand grenades,
from the block to the stage,
and the weak gets quarantined
when I deliver 1 of my spoken word plagues,

You can wipe your ears off now.

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I keep my left foot in the war zone
I keep my right foot in the jungle,
While I scramble for my cheerios[ 0's }
I do it bundle by bundle,

It's the year of gettin' yo' money right
and my pockets are hollow,
I've seen street soldiers fall young
so I dismiss tomorrow,

I keep my head high as look to the sky,
Everyday is like a rerun
So am I chasing a lie?,

I've been in & out of bad places
some filled with villians & shanks,
I put love inside my pistol
But it clapped out blanks,

Because we're roamin' on a cold planet
So the block are gelid,
I anylize my visions of where i'm headed,
I regret my decision & I dred it,

And I wonder will my family mourn,
will I see the Pen again
while i'm being baptized in the storm?,

In the world it's like your days go by slow,
I don't want to miss my loved ones
so I choose to retrospect
I listen to smooth music with my closed,

I think back on my days as a youth,
in the pits of the Game 
I'm wondering did they teach me the truth?

Copyright © louis brown | Year Posted 2015