“Stay in Your Hood”
Gangsters and imitators
I have some advice
You probably already figured it out
But I’ll echo it twice:
Since you know you are not welcome
Outside of your hood-
My advice is simple:
Stay in you hood.
Thought I’m not saying
You’re welcome there either-
And certainly not in another gang’s hood.
But leaving you own hood?
Go out to the ‘burbs?
Take a drive in the country?
At your own peril.
Nobody wants to be burdened
With such predatory behavior
Or the fatherless children
From those in the hood.
‘I have a kid in every state'-
I’ve heard jokingly said
From gangster types
I've met from the hood.
Waggling their tongues
With mouths a lot larger
Then their unanswered minds
From liberals today.
Their lives consist of
A few points for drive-by’s,
A few more for felonies,
For taking care of the underworld biz,
For street smarts and people smarts
Such skills they pursue,
(casualties of our liberal culture,
Let's give it its due)
And when they finally arrive
In their gang world only then
Do they begin to suspect
That they're stuck in their hood.
That they're in it for life
With they're act in the hood.
Usually a short life.
With no retirement
Or security
Or nurturing
For their dependents.
Some are made for the hood-
It's in their blood
(which will soon be spilled)
And have no other choice-
They were born to it,
They look the part
And it fits like a glove-
Usually the one
Cleaning the prison toilets.
Such victims are rare.
Most aren't and don't fit
But try anyway.
And that is truely utterly, completely,
Indubitably, unarguably, and most certainly tragic.
So one simple request to the real gangsters-
Turn the pretenders away from your path!
Save them from you,
From the hell in your hood.
Maybe your fate is sealed,
But theirs may not be.
It's probably the only good thing in this world you will ever do.
If not for you, do it for me
Since I'm showing concern here
For those in the hood.
So stay in the nightmares
That are contained in your hood-
I am concerned for your own safety, of course,
Care I should?
There are tree limbs and ropes
Cons and corporate games
That await your kind
If you wander astray
Beyond your hood
And act that way.
So if you value your neck
Your possessions your hide
Don’t leave your hood.
Stay inside.
Now some lost liberals
From my side of the fence
Fall into your traps
Or imitate you like they have no sense
And they don't-
Because their lives lack
The cheap mindless excitement
Found in your hood.
You may fool them
But don’t let them fool you-
They are not the culture
You're at war with.
They are merely the confused
Throwing away their lives.
They'll become just like you
Wherever they go- burdens
When it come right down to it.
Gangsploitaters
Make big bucks off your style
And parade you around
For the other fools
And their clueless lives
That end before they begin
Trying to aspire to hang
With those in the hood.
But it is not my purpose here
To offer suppression
Repression condemnation
Punishment or death
To your wayward behavior,
Only to respond
With some obvious simple advice-
Since no one’s ever certain
If they’re absolutely right-
But if you think this is you
If you want this to be you
Be prepared
To stay in your hood.
You’ll never be welcome
Anywhere that offers
A better life
Than that in the hood.
You may move down
But forget about up
Unless you magically transform
And get a degree
Or do three-piece suit work
Or work with a lab coat and miraculously be
Someone who actually contributes to mankind-
Maybe cures a disease
Or at least create some wealth
Legally.
Are you a cure to a social disease?
Or the disease?
Your choice.
We can ponder that later.
For now let’s assume you’re part of your hood-
A fatherless child
With fatherless children
Who grow to fit the part like that glove
That cleans prison toilets
Who have no real choice-
Because their father
Was part of a hood-
Then stay in your hood,
Don’t venture out
Your flash in the pan life
Will soon burn out.
Write your story
To warn us away.
But for the rest of your days
Better stay in your hood.
You’ve made yourself worthless
(Yes, nobody but you)
To most of the world
Outside of your hood-
Beyond your gang biz,
Beyond ruling your corner-
These skills are not needed
Outside of your hood.
You don’t see the values
Of the rest of the world
Or the lives that exist
Outside of your hood.
Beyond the bounds
Of your terrible hood.
So my advice is simple-
Stay in your hood.
You don’t belong here.
I don’t belong there-
Unless we’re on business
That is legal and fair,
And makes us both rich
And takes care of your kids.
So if people seek out your hood
For cheap excitement
Let them beware.
That is their peril.
That is their darkness.
That is their foolishness.
That is your hood.
But for you it's your prison-
Stay in your hood.
A relatively new poem that is still long and rambling, and will get due refinement from a very tired wbiro thank you goodnight.