There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Now the money longer, but the problems multiply New haters in the comments, same ones from the block ride Tried to leave it, tried to fly out to the coast
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Back when the block was our kingdom, no crown needed Chain links and late nights, dreams barely seeded Corner store runs with a pocket full of loose change
So I’m chasing echoes in the rearview tonight Trying to find the pieces of the kid who used to fight For every little victory, every step of the way
They screenshot the swagger, but the swagger don’t save Only static left where the legend once waved I’m the blur in the background, the myth in the mist
They zooming on the kicks, but the kicks already dust Legacy in pixels, but the real me bust Through the exit door where the footage cuts black
Now the same streets whisper secrets I don’t wanna hear Faces I grew up with turned to strangers in the rear Money came in waves but the trust started to drown
They caught me on the corner where the cameras blink slow Pockets full of problems, but the drip still glow Every step a statement, every stare a crime
Lights on the dash like a permanent rave I’m ridin’ on E but I still won’t behave Sirens in rearview, I dance with the wave
skies crack open, blessings in the thunder every drop a diamond, every puddle a come up we been duckin' shade, now we dancin' in the water
they want the glory but don’t want the grind want the applause but can’t handle the climb I been the one who stayed when it was cold
lightning in the distance, power in the veins every raindrop carryin' somebody's pain we wash it off quick, let the past go down the drain
Dawn crackin’ open, I’m already in motion Engine still hot from the night’s locomotion Text full of commas, but zero emotion
