Poetry
Poetry A B-Boy
Wilder23 posted on Jul 11, 2013 at 11:53PM
If I wasn’t a b-boy I’d be a mechanic like Leroy
Oil smeared on my person no pursuin’ my Thurston The third, never would have cuffed a bird Or delivered good grades on a tight curb Because doin’ bad on my blocks was tight lipped Wouldn’t be a b-boy if my flow slipped If I wasn’t teflon labeled non-stick What you’re listenin’ to could be some bullshit But metaphors engage like seal team six Skinned the rabbit and ate the box of tricks Puff puffed passed the spliff With the wolf that couldn’t blow down the bricks That holds up my own fiscal cliff Like arches under aqueducts, or monuments with crumblin’ hieroglyphs I’m a b-boy; my man’s a chef, dealin’ out Pyrex Pumped that brick up like a bow flex Before we hit the project complex Stay a b-boy out a protest For the men that listened to boom boxes on Hennepin Those that have received mandatory sentences Soldiers that stand before our shores And hold those combat lines If I was to send a care packages It would be full of pork rinds Mp3’s of D.M.C. and the latest news from TMZ I’m a b-boy like Kwame dots, 40’s in parking lots Hatin’ most cops, before Diallo’s 41 shots I cried when they acquitted Rodney’s cops Cheered the aftermath until the lootin’ stopped Though Reginald Denny got it bad I’m a b-boy like old scuffed puma’s and freeze tag Handfull of penny candy in a paper bag Sugar highs comes down like jet lag Know that cuz I fly through time zones Use to try and pop lock like Ozone It’s in my DNA’s chromosomes Buried in the marrow of my old bones Prolific in my lifetime like old Langston Hughes poems The O.G’s always said I had a sack of stones Treading open water, no fear of sharks in my brougham Cadillac 1990, on the side of my home Where I’m defensive like New York’s guardian angels In the plains of Mexico, a Texas Ranger Huntin’ Plains Cree or Apache And they was G, take yo’ whole family Men tortured to death, white women in slavery “Chickens come home to roost”, reference Jack Kennedy Quote from Malcolm in his militancy Before enlightenment creased an X on civility A path to Mecca that demonstrated hegemony [hi-jem-uh-nee, He was disregarded like hard hominy That’s old school… my philosophy B-boy because Krs 1’s in the path I walked Third base in gas face, better then black face lawn jockeys That’s why they say them ni***z cocky Walkin’ as if we aint God’s progeny Facing fear or committing larceny In our freedoms reach for prophecy
last edited on Jul 12, 2013 at 12:15AM
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