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On Concrete Walls Spray-Paint Glistens

I walk the path less traveled. Small city right next to the big apple that will trap you. we all know that hasseling’s a hassle. Do what you have to, whether the scrap or the grapple. because you gotta wake up when reality slaps you.

With the court fees and monthly subpoenas, with the creepers that will feed ya to creatures, even the young gotta learn run among cheetahs, that greet ya like gladiators walking in arenas.

It’s sad that kid’s think what smart is, having heart like Spartans. Really heartless and smart less Carry your shield or you can come home on it.  

Ice on and polo they dressed in greed, the more shit they talk the less they read, the more people they follow the less they lead, study harder for pregnancy tests than s.a.t’s.

When I was younger girls had strollers pushing they dolls around, now they getting older and colder pushing they moms around.

It’s real hard to kick knowledge in college, in a room full of scholars where you aint even acknowledged.

Work hard steadily grinding, because tuition is rising and financial aid is declining. Chris Christie hiding and universities smiling, because they both get a profit off the loans they are providing.  

“Jersey City dudes are the craziest”, but  tell me what the benefit of being crazy is.

Yo our reputation is terrible, no one can save you even guardian angels get skeptical.

Concrete jungle you can die in here, if you lying here there’s lions here. And more projects than science fairs.

Summer vacation style straight classless, all they give a rat’s ass is, to who smashing, straggling, bagging, swaggin, and who’s ratchet.

So much liquor is poured for dead homies, I’ll be surprised if anything is sober below me.

Dudes constantly use their smaller head to focus, believing that using Trojans is bogus. That’s why fathers believe they have no kids, in the same room as their son and don’t notice.

Where the hood where the hood where the hood at? If it’s behind you feel no need to look back.

But never forget where you came from is the lesson, because you gotta walk through hell to get to heaven.

(2012)

I wrote this two years ago for a poetry slam. One of my favorite pieces.

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