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Array ( [sid] => 112656 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Quick Money [time] => 2006-01-06 09:35:22 [hometext] => [bodytext] => We was raised in the slum with crack placed on our blocks,
Then we grew up in the hood taught to cook & sell crack rock,
The only risk is to watch out for the cops
to prevent a night in jail with three hots in a cot,
Now you’re sitting waiting for bail,
But the longer you wait your mind becomes more accustom to jail,
So when you’re free all your able to do is get “quick money,”
Back on the beat
So now that risk process you’re forced to repeat,
While you’re self creates a new life to live,
When you don’t get what you need to give,
You feel there’s no reason to live,
However your education isn’t to uplift the nation,
When all you want to do is make “quick money” to support a kid
Or put an end to the frustration,
But here’s the devils trick,
He allows positive people to enter your life to recondition it,
But you deny your only chance to try,
Instead of going to school & paying a different type of dues,
You go back to the way you were brought up to live,
“to get what you need to give,”
Crack to your own people
Because we’re so infatuated with making “quick money” & how to live illegal,
Now your only life options is to get stuck with a convict
Or to admit to the devils trick
He didn’t have to use a gun,
But a trick to get your soul to make you think getting “quick money”
Is your only way out the slum…
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 8 [informant] => kamal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )

Quick Money

Contributed by kamal on Friday, 6th January 2006 @ 09:35:22 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

We was raised in the slum with crack placed on our blocks,
Then we grew up in the hood taught to cook & sell crack rock,
The only risk is to watch out for the cops
to prevent a night in jail with three hots in a cot,
Now you’re sitting waiting for bail,
But the longer you wait your mind becomes more accustom to jail,
So when you’re free all your able to do is get “quick money,”
Back on the beat
So now that risk process you’re forced to repeat,
While you’re self creates a new life to live,
When you don’t get what you need to give,
You feel there’s no reason to live,
However your education isn’t to uplift the nation,
When all you want to do is make “quick money” to support a kid
Or put an end to the frustration,
But here’s the devils trick,
He allows positive people to enter your life to recondition it,
But you deny your only chance to try,
Instead of going to school & paying a different type of dues,
You go back to the way you were brought up to live,
“to get what you need to give,”
Crack to your own people
Because we’re so infatuated with making “quick money” & how to live illegal,
Now your only life options is to get stuck with a convict
Or to admit to the devils trick
He didn’t have to use a gun,
But a trick to get your soul to make you think getting “quick money”
Is your only way out the slum…

Copyright Â© kamal ... [ 2006-01-06 09:35:22]
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Re: Quick Money (User Rating: 1 )
by ButchHoward on Friday, 6th January 2006 @ 10:03:06 AM AEST
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An excellent insight into the culture which pervades and destroys the potential of our youth. Thank you for shining the light of truth on this plague of the inner city.
Butch

Re: Quick Money (User Rating: 1 )
by Elizabeth_Dandy on Friday, 6th January 2006 @ 11:05:58 AM AEST
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I can only echo Butch who said it so well before.
How infinitely sad
Some young people so horribly deprived of warmth, love and care to bring their God-g;iven potential out to shine; instead of committing crimes against our young and abandoned people.
May God mercifully give them the light to find a way out of their undeserved pain and sorrow, and make them see that they are created in HIS image.
Thanks for highligting.
Elizabeth

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