Doleful December

I walk down the sidewalks of this paradise to be.

The streets that once raised me are now pleasant to see.

Pleasant to reminisce about the good times.

How I use to throw bottles at the end of the night .

Simply for the thrill just to see it pop.

It lightened my eyes like when Lebron dunked the rock.

The Halloweens that Ill never forget.

Turn the hood haunted, It would scare the whol set.

We all growing up and life getting tougher .

The nights seem meaner and days have turned softer.

For there's no more broadlight shootings

but the night scene scary cuz them thugs be looting.

Moving bricks and pies, guns and knives walk down the block past 12, niggas will rob you for your pizza slice.

You find it funny but its the damn truth.

Harlem has never been safe from Broadway to Lennox avenue.

My friends they've left, most went to college.

My closest one moved to heaven. God needed him and everything happens for a reason.

Write my feelings down cuz from now on Im going to hate every season

He use to be August Birthday boy,

he passed at 20 now he's Heavens very own.

If it wasn't for Harlem I wouldn't cherish life,

cuz every drug dealer sells, but they selling scared.

Scared to do 25 to life.

Starts with a dime and ends with a kilo, cuz they sell your life to the devil just To assure they next dollar.

I've seen jail halls filled with guilt. Waiting to see a father with a case that was built.

Waiting to see a brother who fucked up.

Reminiscing about th drunk nights and how you smoked it up.

How you chased the baddest girl in the hood but she didn't want you.

So you decided to take her by the hand and cruelly rape her.

Take her clothes , realized she was reall good and even let ya boys taste her.

Back to the streets that I at one point walked.

The same concrete jungle that's memorized my slow walk.

Them rainy nights that I didn't mind thinking.

Them sleepless night that I didn't mind blinking.

FlashBacks and Rewinds

4 years later and I'm a senior now.

Is been a good show. Guess we can take a bow.

Whole bunch of drama and dislikes.

I suggest we all get along start living life.

Smiles tears and frowns all emotions we shared.

Like when we cheated on our finals, Knowing it wasn't Fair

And as this Jcole kills my ear drums on the uptown line.

I realized high school was my wife, Now I'm divorcing mine.

Cheating In college cuz long distance relationships don't work.

And when I hear FDA, Ill fix my shirt and my tie.

Walk with a tall frame and make sure to say hi.

Listen to advice about reality.

And remember all the mistakes I made throughout life.

Going to college cuz there's no better option.

Life didn't recruit, so I'm going as a walk on.

Now I'm at the library where all my memories fade.

Where I said I had a free period just to make it through a bad day.

And cheated and lied to every teacher.

Never stayed true to my self neither.

Played jokes on my classmates.

And smiled at everybody even if they were feeling hate.

Use to stare at Yankee Stadium from Ms Louis class.

Didn't do my work, I day dreamed bout this girls ass.

Truthfully I go back and laugh at everything I did.

If I past tommorow, Ill go happy but God forbid.

Smartest one in my class but I couldn't carry that pressure.

Slacked , chilled with my boys and found time for leisure.

Preacher!! I aint been to church in 5 years.

God knows how mad I was when I failed off my junior year.

Let my team down and even my self.

I stay excited when shawty unbuckle her belt.

But back to the years that passed and the fun that's has now faded.

I walk across this stage, with a diploma that couldve been debated.

For I never tried my hardests in school.

But I know I'm going to college, Dr Hodge you a fool.

All the times you doubted me.

I thank you and FDA, at last I'm free.

s.o.c.i.e.t.y

3:35 on a school night, My eyes low but my thoughts bright.

Wondering which of my friends will be a teen dad,

And will these drug dealers one day fall out of love with money stacks

Will New York ever have a Sunny Day.

And will that crackhead on the corner ever find his way.

Will the train fairs ever drop.

Will teen shooting and lootins ever stop?

When will these dudes stop hitting our women.

How can you leave your child in front of a church without knowin.

What Fucking Cold hearted shit is that?

Instead of giving him a home and making sure his belly fat

Making sure he go to school.

Making sure he don't become a statistic and a fool.

Do you question your self and your actions.

Racist crime, you killed a dude cuz he was latin

Discriminated against an african american cuz yu was white.

Told him he was worthless cuz his skin wasn't light.

What makes you any better shit face.

And then you wonder why we look at you with hate.

And as you eyes lay low on this earth.

Appreciate the love and realize what its worth.

Take life a day at a time.

Cherish every second and realize it fine.

To love and give.

Moneys nothing but a days bliss.

Life is that beautiful girl you consider a bitch.

Don't blame her, for she isn't promised.

And when she texted you back, you never responded.

Told her to keep living and you went on to the next one.

She found somebody better, Now you wondering who won.

Aint that a coinscidense, You thoughts eat your mind while you sit at your residence.

Wondering like what the fuck have I done

You started arguing for no reason, Mad dum.

Dr.Hodge shoes.

Second part of my chronicles.

In the middle of the auditorium no rear view.

Pay attention in this class if only a few of us.

They talk about our senior dues.

We raise our hands. Only two of us.

Only two of us are ready to forget about school and turn to the street money.

Quicker money for the houshold we live in.

Cuz times is rough and New York get worst by the minute.

Aint that about a coinscidence, the greatest city of them all is bankrupt.

And the smell of a blunt only take the head higher up.

Stress got you feining for a hit.

But you forgot you need fire just to start the lit.

Now I'm in Dr Hodges shoes.

My arm is killing me and my head is stressing too.

How will I get money for the school.

How will I keep the reputation after I graduate these fools.

The last of a dying breed are these scammers.

After this class they'll be no money for xyrox scanners.

This economy is down the drain. Forget about the sunny days..

Harlem need a new generation let it rain, let it rain.

Or maybe I am wrong, cuz I tell them they not going to college,

Yet year after year they don't end up in the Bronx.

They endup going to college in Chicago California and Ro Island.

They showed me they aint ready to give up and end up in the Island.

Rikers for those who don't understand.

Don't underestimate a sagger, just tell him fix his pants.

Don't underestimate the ones who listen to rock, they'll be the new head of companies, and that'll be that.

Aint that a bitch, the ones you bullied now control you, are you ready to snitch?

Ready to be jealous cuz they was never nothing but they made it

And even when you verbally insulted them, they would simply take it.

And keep walking with there headphones on loud.

Listening to Marilyn Manson and disregarding the violence.

It was all in. There head they didn't need to fight it.

I'm now back to myself deciding what to eat and reading the menu.

I realize this story deserves nice "To be Continued..."

To be Continued........

Life and Times of a Senior

Sunny days seem to lighten the mood.

My whole senior class discussing.

I'm starring from the rear view.

I sit in the last row of this auditorium and forget I'm a student.

Put my self in a millionaires shoes and I feel stressed.

Yes I have the money but I'm losing the bet.

A bet with life that I would've never considered.

I'm down a couple millions but I have enough to get through.

Buy myself sport cars and some smooth Gucci shoes.

Aint that relieving, More pressure For the soul that's how we living.

Back to reality, the teachers trying to keep us quiet.

Two soon to be dads discussing and a future Prostitute beside them.

But they don't know it yet

We have a guest speaker, hell die of cancer but he's not buying it.

The money has him thinking he has the world at his feet.

2 percent of the girls in my graduating class will never conceive.

They don't realize it, but its the probable truth.

Maybe I only got a couple months left and I don't know either.

Some of us will suceed , some will trip down the wrong paths

One of us prolly will mary a celebrity whos in a movie act.

One will most likely want to change the way the world functions.

Form his own group and raise hell against abortion.

A couple will tell the truth behind the lies.

How we live in a society who doesn't care about a fly.

But yet again, well have the C-E-O's the ones managing the money and controlling the hoes.

Organized crime and sniffing cocaine, exploiting the women and admiring Kurt Cobain.

That's the truth behind the Blue collared criminals.

They want us to succeed yet they mess us up.

We deserve an A plus jus for graduating high school in a neighborhood like this.

What make you think the police and feds don't make the drugs and smoke piff.

What make you think they don't know what goes on

They go straight to the hidden pocket in your jacket when they stick you up,

The one place you thought nobody knew about.The one senior class our parents had good thoughts about.

One Love.

Harlem 1990's New York City

Old Broadway 125th street



1 train Local and 9 train Express

Stand for what you believe in.

E. 126th St., Harlem 1999