Klassic Kinko Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

Klassic Kinko



mamas tears paid the rent

peers made sense

dents in my pockets

sippin beers on the bench

it appears weve been sent

to expose all the goals n a dream that we mustve forgotten from long ago

long ago when it happened

americas entrapment

they gave us all that dope n told us to get 2 trappin

quoted the shlit in raps n aids gold n a crack binge

half of us locked in the prisons, where the fluck r my black men?

why the fluck we adapting? why did jena 6 happen?
never forget the genesis is our blackness

raise a black fist, letcha pride out

lets get back to black, stay out the winehouse

crucial time out, this is so needed.....

i aint trying to turn away.. its just my souls bleeding

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