The holidays tend to be tough for lots of people and it proved to be difficult for me as well. It is a time to be with family and friends and we all know that the people we care about most are the ones who screw with our heads the most. I don't have basketball during the winter to get my frustrations out so I turn to my poetry. There is a lot more stuff to come, but, this is what is ready right now.
Strange Times
We living in strange times
Black president in white house
While black residents cant buy one
still in hoods and red lined
Checkbooks balanced with red lines
Wars in the name of Freedom
Battles in the name of peace
Brave souls "stoplossed"
Hundred thousand of their lives lost
To revenge 3 thousand of our own
No longer reserved
Now your chance to serve
Your city Your country the world
Peace prize handed to a man at war
At war with the world his party
and common sense
Things aint be so common since
That fateful day that scarred us all
Bravado is no more the norm
Wound still fresh and sore
We will never heal in the strange times
Scars are peeled exposing the raw
Time to treat that wound
Bring the nightmare to an end
Choices...
Everyday we on the run
From the hustla on the corner
To the corner office
Playing the game of life
Got a choice to leave the hood
On the slab of the coroner
Or a Primetime baller
Chance is on the first
Unless you can "Just do it"
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