In my city where the s i n is plenty
And corruption rules the dollar$ and the due$
Replacing qualified scholars with puppet$ and fool$
There are liquor stores on corners galore
And churches buried between
Every bar room
Lounge
And hole-in-the-wall scene
In my city where the s i n is plenty
There is blight for blight
Crack for pipes
Heroine shootings all throughout the night
Battered streets with potholes deep
And g e n e r a t i o n s & g e n e r a t i o n s of displaced f a m i l i e s
Shuffled from ghetto bricks to section eight shanties
In my city where the s i n is plenty
The sidewalks are cracked like a junkies tracks
Ducked off in the hallways of project suites
The children's playground l i e s where the dope meets the streets
Ten years old
Looking out for the neighborhood clout
Cutting class
To make some cash
A juvy drug postman delivering t r a s h
In my city where the s i n is plenty
And the m i s a p p r o p i a t i o n s
of financial libations
are often aside
By committees
Board members
And government spies
As inmates chill in the A/C
With three squares and nice books
What is this world coming to?
When our children?s educational resources
Are not equivalent to that
of murderers and crooks
In my city where the s i n is plenty
You will often find
That in political elections
A C-NOTE is the candidate
manipulating votes
With untruths
and rejections
In the Big Easy
Either you do
or you die
Cuz if you stay true
Then THEY will deny y o u
In this Crescent city
Where the majority rules
But the few try as they might
To continue the fight
For right over wrong
In this decadent place
where the sin is strong
if your money is long
And traditions of corruption
continue to navigate our state
of survival
Towards disparity
and d e s t r u c t i o n
In my city
In your city
Goddamn
This
City
MoodSwingz_November2002
I don't see too many politically inspired poems that move me but this one sure did. Another great scribe!
Mark