Stengel Avenue Symphony
It's not over until the lady sings the anthem
Live from Stengel Avenue.
The South Ward in Newark, New Jersey.
Mic check, 1 2 1 2—sound system on point.
Ight, ight, right, go.
Come on in, the water’s fine.
You will not drown.
You will not drown.
You will not drown.
Give me the mic, please give me the mic—
dis looks like a job 4 me
Wait, never mind
I was wrong, or not.
I would look at the man in the mirror, but he too ugly.
His breath stinks, I don’t know.
How many people tried to protect me
And I let them die?
I let them folks die.
Is this hot enough for ya???
How many poems were in this book again, damn—
a nigga must have forgotten.
Boi, what the hell?
Wanna burn my book now
wanna burn my book now
Cars ain’t everything
The bus is much cheaper.
What about the subway?
Depends on where you livin
Forget the check now
Niggas losing their mommas and daddies
they dropping dead like slaughtered hogs
Graveyards are overcrowded
You gotta burn them dead ass people
You gotta burn them dead ass people
The school district is a mess
Lack of funding for programs
Kids can’t even go on field trips
I don’t know if the schools are safe either
Yo’ kids ain’t safe either
They’re in danger, stranger
They’re in danger, stranger
Be on the lookout for a school shooter
Each classmate should take turns keeping an eye out for one
That M16 gone exterminate the class of 2026
Textbooks from 1996 that teachers are still using
Kids do too, but they’re ripped to the spine.
These streets are quiet as ever
We know that’s not a good thing
At least not in the hood
Not in the hood
Not in the hood
Not in the hood
Dudes line up for shoes
But not for jobs
Dudes line up for the new 2K that just dropped
But not for jobs
Not for jobs
Not for jobs
How about the entrance to the nightclub?
Not for jobs tho
Maybe the bouncer makes a killing
Not the attendees
Not the attendees
This is the climatic ending to my symphony
A young black boy talking abstractly
Talking that shtick talk
Lick talks lick talks
I don’t rob to get wat I want
I’ll drop bands on it first
Even if I get my chain snatched
Let them have it
I can buy another one
What you can’t buy tho is life
Life is priceless yet trafficking still happens
Life is priceless
Life is priceless.
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