Our Vice
In my time of leisure I sometimes find myself looking back at this old piece of mine and I can’t help but take so much pride in it. Although it may not be all that to many, it certainly was to me. It showed the progress I made from wanting to be an amateur, illiterate, wannabe “Def Jam dope” poet to my own person.
It's time we paid the price
It's time we faced our vice
Confront our evils
Ensure our peoples
It's time we play it nice
Close the doors of violence
And revive a new type of defiance
One that rebels against rebelling
That speaks volumes for our silence
it's time we seek out guidance
Instead of remaining blinded
Misguided by society while our stories get viewed lopsided....Halfway told, halfway heard, Halfway spoken and halfway blurred
Stirred with a crooked spoon
Ka-pling-plop boom
Know when you hear that you're bound to get doomed But see me be immuned
While he and she they run straight to they room
With a bowl of cereal and they favorite cartoon
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