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2010 truths and thoughts

pressure bust pipes
stress can burst a blood vessel
chilling is the remedy but life wont let you

young guys think your soft when you decide to wise up
old men looking like your not quite wise enough
I learned long ago that the hood life was not enough
all they want is something in their dutch or their cup

high and drunk while the hour hand is running laps
if you sleep your whole life you wake up to a dirt nap

the family structure is faulted 
dads addicted, mom tricking while granny singing take me to the water

these little ones are crazy spraying shots indisriminate
they're the grandchildren of the crack epidemic
the 80s was crazy the 90s was grimey
and the past decade was more like an insane asylum

they follow fools by the flock, while righteous men get mocked
Lord I'm listening in case you tell me to go build an ark
when you hear the growl from the stomach,and feel the pain from the hunger
poverty and crime combine like lightning and thunder
hopelessnes and despair that can break a man quick
have him ready to break all 10 commandments

the youth are heat holding like wolves in sheeps clothing
and all he want is more of what he's smoking

in less than a heartbeat he'll stop your heart beat
then write a song to brag about it over a hot beat

the streets have a cruel set of rules and guidelines
he wanted to be a millionaire but lost his life lines
trust in the wrong one the outcome dissatrious
those fake friends will front in your face and back stabya
disloyalty in your circle can hurt you
plus your enemies are lurking to push the knife in further
where a simple robbery can easily become murder
because their young and their dumb and in love with the sound of a burner

Copyright © michael white | Year Posted 2010


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  1. Date: 3/19/2011 5:36:00 AM

    Hope lies in the news media broadcasting only the bad news. "Out there" the good news runs rampant....we just have to listen for those magical notes found in neighbors and friends! Thank you for this fine poetry....
  1. Date: 12/11/2010 10:33:00 AM

    Keep those ark construction plans handy, Michael. There is no doubt we have been on a decline in recent decades. I think the line about the "hour hand...running laps" is so true! We can't wait forever to address these problems. Your poem makes a chilling social statement -- definitely one with which I agree. Best wishes, Carolyn
  1. Date: 12/11/2010 9:17:00 AM

    Nice thoughts well expressed of about to be bygone year, michael