Tag Archives: The Trap

Fuck the Police-State!!!

Standard

#Swagger-Overload

#Swagger-Overload

Author’s note:

This following poem is a commemoration, of the famous, classic Rap-Song, “Fuck The Police”, by the famous/infamous Rap-Group, known as “NWA/Niggas With Attitude”. Although, raunchy & vulgar as this particular hit was/is, it truly brought the point home, concerning how policing in Non-White neighborhoods, play-out, and are ethno-politically biased, from jump-street, and keep in-mind that this song is about 30-years old, yet, ironically, the same exact policing-policies, all across this nation, we call the United States of America, have barely changed, if at all. Fortunately, my poem is not vulgar, as the song I’ve mentioned is, yet it is just as (in the words of my loving, Muslim brother, Cyrus McGoldrick) “Radical”, in fact, just as radical, if not more radical, than this top-charting urban ballad, written & recorded, over 3-decades ago.

 

Big-Brother is outta control, because, his parents are not home.

He’s able to kill anyone he wants, with just the strike of a drone.

 

He rapes & locks-up, chains, cuffs, and slaps-up, anyone he chooses, with the support of his malicious War-Machine…

…Millions of illiterate, gun-toting, teens & young-men, sent to the frontlines, to simply kill, and, be killed, to be supreme.

 

The time is now…we can’t wait!!!

We must resist the Police-State!!!

 

He gestures, with dangerous-threats, using his weapons; he has no regard for the oppressed, or their loved ones…

…He’s a murderer, swindler, thief; his entire life has been spent upon insatiable control, with his nukes, and, his guns.

 

He uses billy-clubs, bombs & Napalm, to beat-down, destroy & disintegrate.

These tools are solely meant to exploit, disrespect, abuse & to utterly berate.

 

The time is now…we can’t wait!!!

We must resist the Police-State!!!

 

This Police-State, which we all call home, is supported by Banksters, Lobbyists & Politicians.

These same people flood Churches, on Sundays, and masquerade, as god-fearing Christians.

 

It grants full-support to the corruption, caused by Wall Street, as they, like greedy Hawks, pillage Main Street & prey upon the feeble…

…When you really examine, who gets away with what & who gets persecuted, it’s pretty easy to tell the difference between good & evil.

 

The time is now…we can’t wait!!!

We must resist the Police-State!!!

 

How many “We shall overcome” hymns should we hum, before we rise-up & fight back, with courage & much more?!!!

 

When are we gonna stop yelling, at rallies “No Justice…no Peace”, before we stand firm & prepare to wage war?!!!

Gareth Bryant/2013

Advertisements

My thoughts on the Street-Life!!!

Standard

Author’s note:
The following poem is inspired by the realities of the street-life, which is unfortunately, often unjustly & unnecessarily glorified by media, via T.V. & film. This is a poem, which deems to compel people, especially the ever-impressionable youth, who may read it, to seriously contemplate the consequences of a gangster-life.

Lookin’ down the barrel of dat Gun!!!

Yo, son, the drama is so real, in these streets, out there.
You had betta be conscious of Allah & have some fear.

Yo, this street-life is not a joke.
This shit will change your scope.

Lookin’ down the barrel of dat Gun is no fun!!!

I know, cause I done really been there.
These streets are mean, better beware.

It’s not okay to seek to live the life of a gangster, because your life will either be ruined or it will end.
You will either end up dead, or in prison; either way, your life will be wasted, just for trying to blend.

Lookin’ down the barrel of dat Gun is no fun!!!

Attempting to be what ya see in a movie, or on a T.V. show will get you caught up.
All of this could be avoided, if only you were yourself, instead of tryin’ to be tough.

Tryin’ to be dominant in these streets never works for anyone, it’s a very savage environment.
Success in the street-life is very often short-lived, it makes people both reckless and arrogant.

Lookin’ down the barrel of dat Gun is no fun!!!

Now, just imagine, a snub-nosed .38 Special is pointed 6 inch. from your face.
There is nothing you can do, can’t run or hide, there is no safe haven or space.

You’re stuck where you are, you’re breathing really heavy.
Your life flashes before ya eyes, and everything’s all blurry.
There’s only a last-minute second to think about what could’ve and should’ve been.
But, alas, the one with the gun, who’s holding ya life in his hands, decides to cash in.

It’s the end of the road of the street-life; we’re left askin’ why & how.
All of a sudden, the finger on the trigger pulls, and all you hear is…
…BLA-KOW, BLA-KOW!!!

As the smoke clears, there’s nothin’ to see, but the flow of tears.
But, by the mercy of Allah, you’ve manage to make it outta here.

This is the danger that lies ahead, for all the wanna be gangsters.
For those who choose to pursue the street-life, will you not fear?

Gareth Bryant/2012