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Array ( [sid] => 172018 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Street Prophet [time] => 2012-04-19 14:03:34 [hometext] => Well... [bodytext] => Deep breaths followed by three rapid heart beats,
Tumble and roll as my dice hit the street.
Hookers scheming for their pimps,
While they do their johns.
From the break of dusk until dawn.
Where street soldiers live by the hustle die by the gun.
Making moves just to feed a family,
Playing the card that were handed to me
Society frowns, condemning us.
Entrepreneur…
Our office a concrete jungle.
Speaking in puzzle, slurred by the speech that is my hustle.
From Peruvian to Colombian…flipping Momma’s Coca,
Creeping in the darkness…
Street soldier, Ballatician,
Making moves for a vision,
All you see is illegal and never listen.
Selling snow covered dreams to the young urban professional.
Rich mans drug and a poor mans addiction,
This is our road to perdition,
Crooked smiles with sideway glances…
Another 24, taking chances.
Living for today…and hoping for tomorrow [comments] => 5 [counter] => 284 [topic] => 21 [informant] => desciple [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Street Prophet

Contributed by desciple on Thursday, 19th April 2012 @ 02:03:34 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Deep breaths followed by three rapid heart beats,
Tumble and roll as my dice hit the street.
Hookers scheming for their pimps,
While they do their johns.
From the break of dusk until dawn.
Where street soldiers live by the hustle die by the gun.
Making moves just to feed a family,
Playing the card that were handed to me
Society frowns, condemning us.
Entrepreneur…
Our office a concrete jungle.
Speaking in puzzle, slurred by the speech that is my hustle.
From Peruvian to Colombian…flipping Momma’s Coca,
Creeping in the darkness…
Street soldier, Ballatician,
Making moves for a vision,
All you see is illegal and never listen.
Selling snow covered dreams to the young urban professional.
Rich mans drug and a poor mans addiction,
This is our road to perdition,
Crooked smiles with sideway glances…
Another 24, taking chances.
Living for today…and hoping for tomorrow

Copyright Â© desciple ... [ 2012-04-19 14:03:34]
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Re: Street Prophet (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Thursday, 19th April 2012 @ 02:14:26 PM AEST
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It's a shame what it takes sometimes just to get through this world. Funny how the one's on top in this world commit far worse act's and then point their finger downward and say.. you're the problem. It's all the same. Got an army behind him though so top guy somehow thinks that makes him different. Funny how being a criminal is suddenly alright when you got an army at your back. Damn... wish I had an army. lol. Good writing. Always good to hear the truth for a change. truly , Doug

Re: Street Prophet (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Thursday, 19th April 2012 @ 05:16:27 PM AEST
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Not what I expected, was looking for a christain poem but what I got was truth nonetheless. The truth is that it is hard to do right when everything around you goes wrong. And in a way we are all criminals. I like the style of your poem but I do not want to walk that road.

Re: Street Prophet (User Rating: 1 )
by Lionel on Tuesday, 24th April 2012 @ 06:34:44 PM AEST
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There, but for the grace of God, goeth us all.

Re: Street Prophet (User Rating: 1 )
by InfinitePoet on Friday, 4th May 2012 @ 08:45:40 AM AEST
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$tr8 up original,unique piece!! A glimpse of the truth about dem grimy streetz!! I was born in em still in em will die in em!!!keep writing& sharing!!
Always,
Ms. Opioid

Re: Street Prophet (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 02:18:15 PM AEST
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vivid, raw and real, breathing life,

hugs n' love nessa

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