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“At Night I Hear Shots”

By Alex Jerome Lofton a.k.a “HUGGYBEAR DA POET”

Mobile, Alabama

http://www.myspace.com/huggybeardapoet

I love my Black people

More than some of you will ever know

That’s why I use my Lyrical gifts

To show ya’ll A little something More

Cause right now it seems we lost

And we don’t know which way we want to go

It’s like we Blinded by the Bling Bling

And we content with the status quo

They make us think our lives should be valued

By the material stuff we got

Then flood our hoods with Drugs

It’s a masterful plot

Then you toss in a few guns

Just to unsweeten the pot

Drugs, Guns & poor people

It can’t help but be hot

They figure we ain’t gone sell narcotics

Without kicking in each others spot

So they let us shoot it out

Then throw the winner in jail to rot

The war on Drugs is a joke to them

They could careless who wins or not

That’s why they’ll go through your car looking for a blunt

Then wave at the man with bales on his yacht

Private prison making a killing

Providing young black males 3 hots & a cot

So instead of stuntin, start you a business

Or go get some toys for your tots

Or buy a house in the country

Where they ain’t got to grow up all night hearing shots

We killing ourselves in these hoods & projects

& we don’t even own the lots

Every Night I hear shots!

Big boy choppers making noise

I bow my head & say a prayer

And hope it wasn’t one of my boys

Everybody got a gun these days

And they pull them out like toys

The goonies got all the work in the game

Cause it don’t care who it employs

So the ones that make the most money

Are the ones willing to murder Jack & Rob

They claim it’s a dirty game

So doing that dirt gone be they Job

Real Hustler & G’s don’t agree

But the weak minded just follow the mob

That’s why I’m trying to reach out to some of these young gators

Without drawing back a knob

I’m trying to reach them before the boys in blue

Cause they ain’t gone cut them no slack

Lock them away for so long

They think they ain’t never coming back

It’s a shame it gonna have to end that way

Cause it’s only four things they lack

Love, Discipline, Education

And a since of pride of being Black

My generation was supposed to teach them better

But we turned around & fronted them the sack

Cause the elder that was suppose to show us better

Was under the shade tree drinking a yack

Time for us to put this thang back together

We got to put our Soul Train back on track

A lot of people died for us to be here & live like this

So please don’t say this is how we gone act!

Copyright © 2007

Alex Jerome Lofton