Smoke The Pipe - Poem by Steven Taylor
i was fourteen, close to the day,
a joint, …
cuz and Marvin Gaye, ..
peeled my ignorance away, ., .
i smoked a joint, and I got high
and laughed so hard I cried
the music that I longed to hear
awoke on me inside
from then on, .. almost every time
i sang in front a crowd,
i smoked a joint for I went one, ..
and I sang twice as loud.
from then on every time I'd write
a poem about this life
I drank a beer and smoked a joint
Front my kids and front my wife
the owners of the land we call
the US fucinkg A
watched white men come
to rape at will, ……
they knew they came to stay....
said 'smoke this pipe
and lets get real'
we'll share with you,
you don't have to steal…
smoke this pipe
so you can feel
the gift that our god
gave to us, …
smoke the pipe,
then, ..let's make a deal…
slavery had more sex appeal, ..
cheaper to kill than show good will…
it's easier to steal
they would not smoke the pipe of peace
afraid of how they'd feel
I'm fourty eight this year come june
i still can blow a gospel tune
still smokes a joint now and again
still drinks. Still learning to say when,
still tryin to a find a friend
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