in god we trust

POETIC PROOF OF EVIDNENCE
(IN GOD WE TRUST)

in god we trust/
in the shots they bust/
in the blocks they rush/
in god we trust/
till the good rids the bad/
till the hood rids the rats/
in god we trust/
i will write till death,
till mrs. liberty unmarries mr. unjust,
till the framed is set free/
till the chains break free/
they will see the proof of evidence.......

Dear peoples and poem fanatics/
and those who work against crime lunatics/
im writing kick ass rhymes/
on the sick ass lines/
im tired of accepting wrongful warnings,threats and crooked ultimaniums/
its time for some poetry mania/
im educated/
im situated/
im disciplined,
im groomed/
im out of old school/
into the new generation of poems mixed with law and order/
im gonna get stabbed/
my door kicked in,
cut throat slashed/
4 being your number 1 good citizen.
i have no choice but to break the "stop snitching" policy/
after they violated my boundary/
im sick of settling 4 less/
being extorioned to lie and not confess/
i should tell you what i know about the dealers in the streets/
the booty call games at the urban ministry,
help you track down the hidden misdemeanors,
in the plaza area in charlotte/
im tired of being disturbed and tried by hood soldiers on 24 inch driven harlots/
i should tell you what i witness in my hood/
and act brave to raise hell when nobody could/
ill be stalked down,
my house burned down in my sleep just for reading this to you, cause it made
the criminals so angry,
im very artistic and creative i should cut out pictures,
of known folks in the slammer magazine/
and go to england and get rewarded by het majesty/
this is the poetic proof of evidence/
i been doing arts and literature and cooperating with the law eversince/

in god we trust/
in the shots they bust/
in the blocks they rush/
in god we trust/
till the good rids the bad/
till the hood rids the rats/
in god we trust/
i will write till death,
till mrs. liberty unmarries mr. unjust,
till the framed is set free/
till the chains break free/
they will see the proof of evidence.......

i should tell you what i see on beatties ford road rd./ dirty chicken and burger joints parked with fancy cars alony with big money attracting more hoes/
weed is cheap ,
street thugs at the corner store/
buying and selling more dope/
used to be alot of drug trafficking and shootings on booker ave.,
you never know if they smoked mary jane in the kitchen/
hustle more money and their crooked selves get hired by a job with mary kay edition/
old g's worry and wait 4 u to publizise thier name/
so they can put you and your family in their life
filled with unforgettable pain/
i can write this and live as long as i talk to god and and pray in jesus's name/..
in the holy game against dirty players and pimps,
and fake old g's that walk the streets with canes and the playground tactics that they play/
ima sick sick poet with the best rhymes/
written on the lines/
tryna help you decide ../
do less wrong,and more right/
my girlfriend told me not to speak it on the open mic/
otherwise/
them goons will be mad,and look at me with their drugged up red and yellowy eyes/
and they will find where i live and take my life/
she gave me the advice/
to play it safe and put it in the4th book which you are reading now.
you will come back and tell me that ima great poet telling the truth and that i better hide/
but in jesus name i will write till i die/

in god we trust/
in the shots they bust/
in the blocks they rush/
in god we trust/
till the good rids the bad/
till the hood rids the rats/
in god we trust/
i will write till death,
till mrs. liberty unmarries mr. unjust,
till the framed is set free/
till the chains break free/
they will see the proof of evidence.......


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