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Ras Griot
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In the crossroads

where cross walks

are runways for Ghetto Queens

 

dope boys

are pharmacist,

serving ghetto fiends

 

abandoned dreams

in abandoned homes

transform to murder scenes

 

Congregations gather on the Amen Corner

sipping liquor & singing gossip

 

talking shit

and trading laughs

 

In the crossroads of Black and Brown

Cadillac caravans

cruise city avenues

while dodging red and blues

 

lights and sirens

giving Blacks the blues

 

Using sax as tools

Blues people create jazz to soothe

 

melodic notes

chased by marijuana smoke

 

In project hallways

where kids in the crossroads grow like zombies

rapping on drum beats

to escape the slum heat

 

In the crossroads

where Hell and Death meet

Faces in the stairwell

frozen in stale air

 

from cradle to gray hair

some of them stay there

some of them grave there

 

In the crossroads,

the middle of nowhere

tossed overboard

400 years

in the ocean of Despair.   

 


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