Low Down (C) 12-5-09 Poem by Zahir Kijani

Shorty hung around all his niggaz, hustlers, pimps, and eses
I guess its safe to say he faced more sentences than essays
Life flashed before his eyes but the 21st wasn’t included
The plans and innocence of many young women he’s deluded
Seemed to have no judgement but in reality his mind was semi-on
But weak narrow-minded actions made him look like a demi-john
Parole did the world no justice neither anyone’s souls
Cause he still paronomastically got under the women’s clothes
As a child his mother always reprieved his punishment
Maybe if she followed up he would never find fun with this
His eyes were drowned with the gory scenes of the murders he wrote
But to a point where blood stains were inscribed in his brain
Dropped out of school because he never was really a learner
Hated history but was enamored by the story of Nat Turner
“Kill the white folks they enslaved my people, ” the nigga would cry
But it wasn’t the point of him fightin for freedom liked he just loved when they die
He doesn’t realize that it hasn’t ended it continues with sex, guns, and drugs like the crack
No more of them killin us we kill each other while they just supply and sit back
So hypocritical, him and his niggaz sit on the porch smokin weed
To the little children they’re older heads, that’s how they’re plantin the seed
This dude has never seen sunlight in its true colors
He’s mostly fascinated with the pale moon cause that’s when he can kill the brothas
His heart pumps out brimstone and sulfer while lava flows through his veins
Tears made of liquor and his past record is colored with blood stains
Focused on makin bread but not with flour and yeast he
Wanna make it by the sacrificing others this jungle is beastly
Without a king with a mane but mostly pimps with a cane
Liars, drug dealers, thieves, and prostitutes fillin the lane
I’m in so much pain to see him walk the streets intangibly
Most be nice I wish I could roam the streets and no one would try to damage me
This I can’t take and I’d rake my eyes out before I eat cake
With a dirty nigga like I might have to kill him for my people’s sake