Slam : how ’bout a change? – K. B

How ’bout a change?
Dark alleys at night,
Knives pulled
And light streetwear.

Heads bumping to the
Sound,
Whistling when girls go by ;

Commentaries fuse and flow,
This is a pack of hungry hounds.
Sex, money, rock’n roll,
Weed passing by.

Newly wed too,
We’re looking for a fix
A handbag to snap at
And buy more bottles.

There are No fancy butlers
Taking a share,
Alternating piss and smoke,
Talks go about real hip hop,
Unknown sounds,
And fewly viewed videos.

No mainstream
Around here,
Only cashflow
And a hidden life
By the moonless sky.

When it gets cold
We start shivering
And confession
Comes more easy.

We Ain’t in the mass
Either,
But please, the mic,
Pass, pass!

We’re a forgotten youth,
Social services didn’t show
Up as we thought they would.

Doctors gave us a weak life
Expectancy, we don’t expect
Anything, coz anything
Is at our expense.

Last time we were sharing
Love, now we’re hating.
We heard of Ma Sy
Dying in a sigh.

Our schools are closed
Coz a dude got shot nearby,
We pull a puff and
Pull our cards too
Coz We’re a losing hand.

Ain’t no silver spoon
Sticking by,
A choir of sirens
Takes us home,
Another day is
On the run…

 
K. B

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