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50 Cent

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'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.
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COMMENTS
What a marvellous poem! It's written with the tip of his heart dipping in blood. What a cruel experience which a humn being may not taste in his life. You have survived every challenge and is in the forefront of victorious fighters. Long live in glittering life dear dear Edward.
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Edward Kofi Louis 27 September 2020
Growing up in Africa! ! ! Musing along, Ghetto life. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always in your land.
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Suresh Kumar Ek 24 September 2020
the poet is a lotus flower Grown in the mud of ghettos
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Edward Kofi Louis 23 September 2020
To struggle along! Hustle and bustle! ! ! Ghetto life. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.
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Susan Williams 16 September 2020
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; - - thank you for a glimpse of the world you lived in, it's a crime worse than people roaming around with guns in their pockets that a government do not make sure their people have a decent wage and housing and medical resources
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L Milton Hankins 27 August 2020
I found this to be a very, very depressing poem, although I can understand the poet's background message.
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Edward Kofi Louis 08 June 2020
Ghetto life! ! ! Facing the odds! Life on the streets. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.
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Duke Perry Abrokwa 07 June 2020
I love the way you build on the ghetto story. You are a great poet Edward.
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Edward Kofi Louis 01 May 2020
Taught by the streets! ! Ghetto life. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always in your land.
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Khairul Ahsan 01 May 2020
Stories of 'Life in the ghetto' have flown so eloquently along the lines of the poem, like the lapping sound along the shore, of the ripples of a gentle river. Liked your poem Edward. Thanks for inviting me to read this poem. I have just published a poem on you, before coming to read yours. Hope, you would love to have a look! Stay well and Blessed, my friend!
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