Street Signs (C) 3-8-2010 Poem by Zahir Kijani

A basic ave, a simple street
Doors on each post, the people greet
Welcome back, see you soon
Door mats lay, the blasting tunes
County, side, neighborhood,
Shock the town like tazers could
Hand signals and bandana flags
Certain colors equal body bags
Death from how low you sag
Insignia filled with rest in peace
A dirty bloody mess this week
Best just seek the best technique
Confessions best be set in me
No rattin on the block you rep
Close yo mouth that’s best it’s kept
Feel the love if you believe
Life values less than the streets
A pact with boys you barely know
Just so that you barely grow
Mother’s hearts tremble each day
No one’s acts resemble meek ways
But for the chance to receive weak praise
That’ll last shorter then kids on the street plays
Life hyped up by missin links
And no one there that listens thinks
So word of mouth is pointless if
You can’t flow or perfect a riff
And if you can, play what the role needs
Sadly the Messages soul proceeds to bleed
Fillmore, Bailey, Walden, the Fruit belt
Street sign hate that you have felt
Rather for someone to beat me blind
Than see the death of another from the street sign