The Streets (Collaboration) ! ! ! ! Poem by Compton Wright

“They love God he showed them their sight in a mirror
They saw a great person finally changed
They seemed content finally knowing their name
Finally found so they couldn’t see themselves more clearer”

“The Perfectionist” Compton Wright

Different communities have to face death and fear each day of the week
As hidden scholars and successors try to dream big and grow strong
But the hood mentality can really bring nightmares in the mix
Daydreaming became walking nightmares in a mind of a child
Young adults couldn’t make in society’s rules and demands

So a new established lifestyle, a new type of living called thug life
Throwing different drugs at the innocent turning them into animals
Creating peace into pure destruction of different races of color
Stereotypes come into play as lowering self esteem and confidence
Now the streets feed on hate, crime, fear and death upon our souls
Smelling the gun smoke and weed poisonous fumes in the air

Screams in every corner and alley at night till the sun rises
Seeing blood spilled on walls and sideways in each block
Broken glass in every parking lot of crime of grand theft auto
So we walk and stay only to forget the dream of peace and harmony
To only see another day of hell in our eyes, hearts, and souls

“The Prophet” Leland Wright

I continue to tell why I write, for the hands that wish to bail
If this poem doesn’t come through, three to life, when I fail
They enter the cell they wanted to leave; they wish never to be in jail
In the cell wish they listened to God, tries to seek Jesus Christ
Most dwell in there pain too long and wish to relieve through crack pipes
They wish they listened now they are back in the cell they left
Contemplating, wonder will they go to hell or reach early death
When they leave jail they excited breathe out of there own flesh
Finally received respect from their own souls, this was all a test
They used to be stressed because they’re viewed as a threat to society
Knowing solution come rare cause life isn’t fair, problems come in varieties
They succeeded, no longer scared, he sees light in clarity
No longer lurking in fleets, now they’re role models for the streets