Spokes
06-06-07, 10:25 PM
"You either sling crackrock or got a wicked jumpshot"
"You either sling crackrock or got a wicked jumpshot"
"You either sling crackrock or got a wicked jumpshot"....Notorious Big
Come Follow Me... Through This Concrete Jungle.
...Feel the Poverty Burn At Your Soul...
The Gun Shots Humble..Hustlin For Coke sales
...One Man... One Word... Spoke Trapped In Hell...
...Now Come Follow Me... Through The Land Of The Heartless...
...Walking a Path Of Broken Glass... Children Are Targets
...So Cold... No Soul... Spoke Travels On...
Regardless How Hard It Gets.. To The Battles Won..
as early as thirteen i thirsted cream my first dream
was to get my moms out these projects by all means
Had dreams of being a hooper,in high school I
...........use to love to shoot coming off screens..
but as my youth faded into adult hood
.............it camed to be juss a tall dream..
......a fairy tale i slowly let go....
I was never known for being a talebearer
............I'm got Tired Of.............
living off welfare medicaid health care hell yeah
i was tired of living like every things well here!
tired of the robbin sprees,drug addicts and drive buys
tired of Perpetrating Relying On Just Enough Cash To Survive
the smell of urine in these damn halls ,starting to piss me off
****in drunks leakin puddles by my door..go piss in stalls
look at all the graffiti on the walls,im fold now or later
its crazy, *****s got the nerves to roll weed in notebook paper
and a lil girl just got rape last night,by 2 dudes on the top floor
why they sex her for.. if it aint they wife..my hearts sore(girl X)
she sombodies daughter ,sombodies sister..could of been
some bodies mother, but they disfigured her members
round here colors will get u killed,gangstas askin who u bang fo
so much gang activity if they could theyd pop at the rainbow
and make skittles,the pain fizzles when i think of **** i been through
and withstood,Its a wonder im still good as i peer through this window
im starin at despair and distress wrapped up in flesh
coppin hope disguised as coke wrapped up in plastic
in the apartment across the way famine and pestilence
grabs at kids being neglected as they stumble across a murder weapon
they run around wit a dagger faster and faster,til they heart pounds
death sits and cheers wishin the one withholding the knife would fall down
and embrace the blade,God knows im waitin for the clouds to clear up
and grace to blaze my way
cuz i ached for so long i cant take the pain..I feel as lamb led to the slaughter
Jesus paved the way.. i wonder how will i spend my last day
will i die peacefully,or will i fall a martyr
sprayed by stray bullets that lost they way....Either way
A Manchild Sits
On a Curb In a Chicago Inner City Street
a Slight Wind Hits His Skin,and Amongst The
Sirens and Turbulance..nothing could disturb
the Peace That the Child Recieved Through
The Windy City's Breeze...Until He Grew Older
And Sought Out the Truth of Life and Felt That
the Wind Blew a Gust Much Harder and At a Temperature Much Colder...
........So He Began to Think
is it the wind?..knockin me of my course,
try to keep my balance,while being swayed
by this invisble force...is it the wind?
that blows at my torch...of mental enlightment...
,as i stride through the ignorant hordes...
is it the wind? that tears through this earth
weathers and ages these faces...troubles the soul
of the old...and causes the young to die ancient....
years past and my lifestyle interupted the connection
i held with my foster mother seems like im just reliving
my Pops blunders..a thought so provoking it caused me to
wonder..Did me and my father spirits mingle and swap temples
Because the older I get results in Him acting that much younger
Sometimes I wonder where the guys is..I aint Seen HIm in Years
AS a shorty I promised my self,when I did Id beat him to tears..
But gradually grew out that mold, i didnt want to be repsonsible
for history repeating itself with him fleeing his fears..
My moms tried to hold it together,outside the pressure of her
peers..as I matured i came to know that a home without a mans
strenght is hard to hold forever..she took to different men
all they left her was more problems..and Me more sibilings
Her nerves were battered..which altered her smoke habit
met a new lover and after the beatings and all the cheating
all he left her was a growing coke habit..
Somehow family services found out what was going on
in our house..they happened to investigate it the same
day my moms suffered a nervous breakdown..its was a painful day
ive come to hate now..on 1994 september 8th how I was removed
from class by a social worker.was told i was going away for a couple
of days..until my mom was ok..in less than a hour i was a ward
of the state..On that day harsh...cold..did the windblow
my brothers and sister were carried to the car
kicking and screaming..i solemly walked down the stairs
lookin back to my mother pacing by the window..
a tear fell down her eyes about the same time
as one expelled from mines..I yelled up to her Ill be
back for you mama but she just stared blankly as if her ears were closed
every since that day i never stopped crying.
.the tears just changed courses what once use
to drip from my eyes..now fall inside...
There Comes a Time In a Boys Life When He Is
Made to Walk a Broken Path..Naked and Alone
the Path Darkens the Wind Blows Beating Upon His
Back..the Floods Come the Water Wades to His Knees
it Gets Even Darker Now He Cant See Beyond His Hands
Struggling.. He Finally Gets to The End of The Road
There Lies a Mirrored Window.. As He Stepped Over His Past...
He Raised it Letting the Darkness Seep Out
And the Light Shined in Revealing..He Had Becomed a Man..
My conscience weighed in on me bringing me to a predictament..
I was peddling the same **** that destroyed my family..
and here Im passing the same curse down to other
children causing them to go through the same **** I
did...I knew there was a better way..there had to be
more to life then..drugs and drivebys..but sifting
through the trouble in the street..I just couldnt find it
but i knew i couldnt let my life flyby..I seen so many
that have and enjoyed it while they lived it..But
I prefer the speed limit i wasnt ready for lifes eternal ticket..
so i began to run..i ran and i ran..leavin the whores
the pimps..the drugs..the drunks in front of the liqour stores
i ran..till i couldnt run ne more..i crouched over breathlessly
turned and looked I was outside the Naval recruiting door..
at first i hesistated..then i came to the realization if
i waited..il be devoured by my past..so i stepped through
the doors of future and I never looked back...
This is for those..who know theres more to life then
what u see u know that theres somewhere u where destined
to go..Im not sayin join the Navy by all means..
just dont settle for the low route if at all possible
shoot for the stars u can make it out..if u want to..
"You either sling crackrock or got a wicked jumpshot"
"You either sling crackrock or got a wicked jumpshot"....Notorious Big
Come Follow Me... Through This Concrete Jungle.
...Feel the Poverty Burn At Your Soul...
The Gun Shots Humble..Hustlin For Coke sales
...One Man... One Word... Spoke Trapped In Hell...
...Now Come Follow Me... Through The Land Of The Heartless...
...Walking a Path Of Broken Glass... Children Are Targets
...So Cold... No Soul... Spoke Travels On...
Regardless How Hard It Gets.. To The Battles Won..
as early as thirteen i thirsted cream my first dream
was to get my moms out these projects by all means
Had dreams of being a hooper,in high school I
...........use to love to shoot coming off screens..
but as my youth faded into adult hood
.............it camed to be juss a tall dream..
......a fairy tale i slowly let go....
I was never known for being a talebearer
............I'm got Tired Of.............
living off welfare medicaid health care hell yeah
i was tired of living like every things well here!
tired of the robbin sprees,drug addicts and drive buys
tired of Perpetrating Relying On Just Enough Cash To Survive
the smell of urine in these damn halls ,starting to piss me off
****in drunks leakin puddles by my door..go piss in stalls
look at all the graffiti on the walls,im fold now or later
its crazy, *****s got the nerves to roll weed in notebook paper
and a lil girl just got rape last night,by 2 dudes on the top floor
why they sex her for.. if it aint they wife..my hearts sore(girl X)
she sombodies daughter ,sombodies sister..could of been
some bodies mother, but they disfigured her members
round here colors will get u killed,gangstas askin who u bang fo
so much gang activity if they could theyd pop at the rainbow
and make skittles,the pain fizzles when i think of **** i been through
and withstood,Its a wonder im still good as i peer through this window
im starin at despair and distress wrapped up in flesh
coppin hope disguised as coke wrapped up in plastic
in the apartment across the way famine and pestilence
grabs at kids being neglected as they stumble across a murder weapon
they run around wit a dagger faster and faster,til they heart pounds
death sits and cheers wishin the one withholding the knife would fall down
and embrace the blade,God knows im waitin for the clouds to clear up
and grace to blaze my way
cuz i ached for so long i cant take the pain..I feel as lamb led to the slaughter
Jesus paved the way.. i wonder how will i spend my last day
will i die peacefully,or will i fall a martyr
sprayed by stray bullets that lost they way....Either way
A Manchild Sits
On a Curb In a Chicago Inner City Street
a Slight Wind Hits His Skin,and Amongst The
Sirens and Turbulance..nothing could disturb
the Peace That the Child Recieved Through
The Windy City's Breeze...Until He Grew Older
And Sought Out the Truth of Life and Felt That
the Wind Blew a Gust Much Harder and At a Temperature Much Colder...
........So He Began to Think
is it the wind?..knockin me of my course,
try to keep my balance,while being swayed
by this invisble force...is it the wind?
that blows at my torch...of mental enlightment...
,as i stride through the ignorant hordes...
is it the wind? that tears through this earth
weathers and ages these faces...troubles the soul
of the old...and causes the young to die ancient....
years past and my lifestyle interupted the connection
i held with my foster mother seems like im just reliving
my Pops blunders..a thought so provoking it caused me to
wonder..Did me and my father spirits mingle and swap temples
Because the older I get results in Him acting that much younger
Sometimes I wonder where the guys is..I aint Seen HIm in Years
AS a shorty I promised my self,when I did Id beat him to tears..
But gradually grew out that mold, i didnt want to be repsonsible
for history repeating itself with him fleeing his fears..
My moms tried to hold it together,outside the pressure of her
peers..as I matured i came to know that a home without a mans
strenght is hard to hold forever..she took to different men
all they left her was more problems..and Me more sibilings
Her nerves were battered..which altered her smoke habit
met a new lover and after the beatings and all the cheating
all he left her was a growing coke habit..
Somehow family services found out what was going on
in our house..they happened to investigate it the same
day my moms suffered a nervous breakdown..its was a painful day
ive come to hate now..on 1994 september 8th how I was removed
from class by a social worker.was told i was going away for a couple
of days..until my mom was ok..in less than a hour i was a ward
of the state..On that day harsh...cold..did the windblow
my brothers and sister were carried to the car
kicking and screaming..i solemly walked down the stairs
lookin back to my mother pacing by the window..
a tear fell down her eyes about the same time
as one expelled from mines..I yelled up to her Ill be
back for you mama but she just stared blankly as if her ears were closed
every since that day i never stopped crying.
.the tears just changed courses what once use
to drip from my eyes..now fall inside...
There Comes a Time In a Boys Life When He Is
Made to Walk a Broken Path..Naked and Alone
the Path Darkens the Wind Blows Beating Upon His
Back..the Floods Come the Water Wades to His Knees
it Gets Even Darker Now He Cant See Beyond His Hands
Struggling.. He Finally Gets to The End of The Road
There Lies a Mirrored Window.. As He Stepped Over His Past...
He Raised it Letting the Darkness Seep Out
And the Light Shined in Revealing..He Had Becomed a Man..
My conscience weighed in on me bringing me to a predictament..
I was peddling the same **** that destroyed my family..
and here Im passing the same curse down to other
children causing them to go through the same **** I
did...I knew there was a better way..there had to be
more to life then..drugs and drivebys..but sifting
through the trouble in the street..I just couldnt find it
but i knew i couldnt let my life flyby..I seen so many
that have and enjoyed it while they lived it..But
I prefer the speed limit i wasnt ready for lifes eternal ticket..
so i began to run..i ran and i ran..leavin the whores
the pimps..the drugs..the drunks in front of the liqour stores
i ran..till i couldnt run ne more..i crouched over breathlessly
turned and looked I was outside the Naval recruiting door..
at first i hesistated..then i came to the realization if
i waited..il be devoured by my past..so i stepped through
the doors of future and I never looked back...
This is for those..who know theres more to life then
what u see u know that theres somewhere u where destined
to go..Im not sayin join the Navy by all means..
just dont settle for the low route if at all possible
shoot for the stars u can make it out..if u want to..