Self Destruction

Down at Afro-fest smiling as my people go

Chillin with my Boy at the stage labeled Jazz Musical.

Singing with the crowd Side to side swaying

Almost 40…..damn, I’m aging

Ounces less than 40 but I’s are still crooked. The goose got em’ Asian.

Warm weather, little clothes, big butts. Cute faces, Hormones still raging

With the crowd I’m chanting

 “The way we live is positive We don’t kill out relatives.

Pop pop pop who’s the blame”

In a minute…. Everything changed,

It was the sound of things falling down

People running round

Shots fired. We all hit the ground

Pop pop ricochet. Damn where the bullet go

Pop pop ricochet Damn in my Boy throat

My good time in the hood with my boy, someone had to diminish

Now I look like Trey, but I’m feeling like a Menace

My society once again has opened up arms

Offered a hug like Rodg’s Moms.

Momma, I cant breathe, Momma  this I cant believe

Been here before but is still so surreal

Get myself tighter b/c this iz so real

Muth@ F*ck@. I’m like “what the heck?”

Muth@ F*ck@. How much blood can gush out of one neck?

Where do I go? What do I do? Who’s here to help?

Muth@ F*ck@  the Grim Reaper is the pitcher And my guy is on deck.

 Holding my dead man With the misty eyes

No room for pride We’d been down since K-5

In a trance like I’m a hypnotized I’m Mystified  I’m stupefied

Thinking my people Damn, it’s 2008 and

We still need to be deniggatized!

A poem by DonJuan DeGhetto. Courtesy of Total Package Productions

~ by blaquesmith20 on April 25, 2008.