Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 239,684 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

50 Cent - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.

I was born in the ghetto with,
The status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
I was taught in the ghettto with,
Much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto without the Statue of Liberty to salute!
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket;
But, who is there to cover up your actions?

I was taught in a mud-house without slippers on my feet!
And, that's the kind of society i cam from;
I had my education on the streets with,
Fights, hunger and starvation to crown the day! !
But, your killer gun in your pocket will give you up one day.

Taught by the streets,
Lived by the streets,
Learned by the streets,
Loved by the streets,
Hated by the streets,
And, many of us married by the streets;
The cluster of a phobia into my maturity,
That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket today.

Stealing and looting! !
With plans to make the next move,
And, as a human-being who lives on 50 Cent a day.
Life in the ghetto,
With the status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
Life to me was just like the mountain of snakes,
So, just roll your boat with merry on your face.

Life's fair fountain that eluded me! !
With stealing and looting as the order of the day;
And of the plans to make it work.
I was just living on 50 Cent a day,
And, joy to me was like the roasting of a chicken;
Hope to me was like the killing of rabbits! !
Peace to me was like the frying of plantains;
And, of an excellent value for many of us when one dies,
But were still mulling to make a case like a courageous leader.

To live on 50 Cent a day in the ghetto! !
With the muse of the cluster of a phobia into my maturity;
Life in the ghetto,
Life on the run with the bullet train!
But at times, it was like the straw on a camel's back.
Life in the ghetto,
Like the golden cup whose shock aroused! !
When one equals to a temper of heroic hearts;
With the negatives to meet all day Long.
Life in the ghetto,
Like half-naked Young Lovers who called for help!
Life in the ghetto,
Like the peace of one's mind with questions to the moon;
But all along, i have managed to live on 50 Cent a day.


Comments about 50 Cent by Edward Kofi Louis

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/7/2017 8:42:00 PM)

    Heart Felt
    Life is a cruel teacher and we learn many things. Those 50 cents made you a great poet today.10++ (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (12/13/2016 1:40:00 PM)


    78 comments so far! ! ! !

    so i won't feel guilty if mine is brief. i liked the poem. i wish i could live on 50 cents a day in northern california!

    but, here my loaf of ORGANIC bread! cost (when On =
    (Report) Reply

  • R Soos (11/20/2016 8:12:00 PM)

    Thank you!
    My favorite lines tonight:

    Loved by the streets,
    Hated by the streets,
    And, many of us married by the streets
    (Report) Reply

  • Muzahidul Reza (11/13/2016 3:35:00 PM)


    To live on 50 Cent a day in the ghetto! !
    emotional, sentimental, passion, repassional excellent poem
    (Report) Reply

  • Earnest Gatuma (11/7/2016 2:06:00 PM)


    Oh, WISELY AND HEAVLY in parlance; this poem does have a powerful sense of expression.Ghetto and all that stuff going around in that life really is 'crazy'.I love this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Dorina Neculce (10/26/2016 1:31:00 AM)


    Life's fair fountain that eluded me! !

    powerful poem and voice in to poetry.
    (Report) Reply

  • Anwar Hussain Farooqui (10/11/2016 3:27:00 AM)


    A narration that depicts the truth (Report) Reply

  • (9/23/2016 1:44:00 AM)


    To turn tragedy into poetry and make it so profound and poignant is truly a gift. Bravo! Most definitely a 10! (Report) Reply

  • Preston Mwiinga (9/14/2016 1:57:00 AM)


    I will kill you like a snake',
    'I will roast you like a chicken',
    'I will fry you like a plantain',
    So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
    You have a killer gun in your pocket.


    im loving the puch lines thanx for sharing
    (Report) Reply

  • Brenda Jensen (9/6/2016 3:36:00 AM)


    I feel the heartbeat of the ghetto and the streets in this write Edward fantastic writing thank you (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (9/5/2016 8:38:00 AM)


    I was reading it slowly and it's truly beautiful poem.. Thank you Kofi sir..10 (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (8/24/2016 4:35:00 AM)


    Powerful penning my friend! A great message, loved those 50 cents, to me are worth few tons of gold. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (8/23/2016 8:09:00 AM)


    Very true and beautiful.... (Report) Reply

  • Rose Kanana (8/22/2016 1:30:00 AM)


    You painted a vivid picture of what happens- honesty at its best.
    Taught by the streets,
    Lived by the streets,
    Learned by the streets,
    Loved by the streets,
    Hated by the streets,
    And, many of us married by the streets;
    The cluster of a phobia into my maturity,
    That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket today
    (Report) Reply

  • Linet Sabastian (8/11/2016 1:02:00 PM)


    Nice poem. The twists of life. Where you are going is more important than where you are coming from. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Julie Smith (7/31/2016 1:24:00 PM)


    Great poem, I like the honesty of it! :) (Report) Reply

  • Amarjit Ghumman (7/31/2016 10:11:00 AM)


    Well expressed. .good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (7/31/2016 10:10:00 AM)


    Bitter truth behind back doors of palaces smiling to the world. You are a great thinker and a valiant writer. I like very much how you choose themes. Thanks for sharing 50 cents with us. (Report) Reply

  • Asis Biswas (7/27/2016 7:28:00 AM)


    is it the gheto of new york of u.s that elvis presley sang in his famous number, in the gheto.
    yes after going through the whole poem, i realised it is that elvis gheto.with only difference you no longer run with the gun in thehand in the street any more. poet edward kofi louis, you live on 50 cent
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  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (7/22/2016 4:16:00 AM)


    Fire burns. Still, fire turns iron to steel. True stories often found hard to believe. They may look blatant, but in reality they are solid and sound. Thanks Edward for the heart cracking story. X (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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