One man cannot hold another man down in the ditch without remaining down in the ditch with him. Booker T. Washington
Brick City Blues
In a city where negativity brews
Where the energies of frustration and desperation fuse
creating a loss for words, so much for the good news.
Ironically, I’ve seen Blood members singing the blues.
In a city where time changes by the hour
One minute it’s calm, the next second tears shower
Creating puddles of pain, the pavement receives flowers
While candles illuminate a situation that towers
Over a city where at anytime attitudes can ooze
Into the cracks of rationality, when that happens we all lose
Creating a monster as the cauldron pot stews
A mixture wicked in its intention, which path will we choose?
In a city which is ours, holding historical power
Though over the decades we became sour
Where tasteless acts of rage devours
mind frames of young brains, change is about us!

Character is power. Booker T. Washington
Materialistic Blunder
See the man with a master plan
parking his whip on moms land
See that man who can stand alone
with his thumbs doing the talking on that Iphone
See that man ready to ride for the money
miss 2 births and going on 2 birthdays riding with the honies
See that man when time catches up
See that man in need of the family he left stuck
See those blues
Hear that news
Feel that tune setting the mood
for a fall from untimely glory
Groove
To the news that his mind went fool
The guilt built up
Now that man’s on the news
A 10 o’clock Edition of the Brick City Blues