~!Apart of the gang an hood!~


When you live out here in these streets,
you can't survive with just a bluff!
When someone pushes, you push back.
You show the enemy that you're tough!


You can't survive out here alone!
You'd be dead by noon tomorrow!
That's why we HOMIES stick together,
because this life is full of sorrow!


We're protectin' what is ours.
We make sure we have control!
We make the rules and regulations,
to prove our point, we sometimes rock and roll!


We HOMIES have a code
and each HOMIE knows they can depend-
That they'll never be out there alone,
or find themselves without a friend!


We party, fight, and drink together.
Sometimes we even die!
A dead HOMIE is not forgotten!
We live our CODE, "EYE for an EYE!"




So if one of our HOMIES is taken out,
someone else's HOMIE has got to pay!
When we show up in their hood,
they know someone's gonna die today!


We stand eye to eye and toe to toe,
guns drawn, for this is war!
We're not sure why this all started,
but that's the OATH we swore!




There's yellin', panic, bullets flyin',
someone YELLS! "LOOK WHAT WE DID!"
The wrong body's in the street
a BULLET killed a little KID!


That wasn't meant to happen.
He just got in the way!
But a bullet has no conscience
and that's the price he paid!


He was just an innocent little kid.
When you kill a kid, you kill his MOTHER!
The thought that's runnin' through your mind is--
tomorrow it might be my LITTLE BROTHER!


It seems here in the HOOD
there are mothers always cryin'!
BLOOD runs in the streets,
where some MOTHER'S KID is dyin'!


We don't remember how this all started!
We don't know who wrote the code!
There needs to be some changin' done
before our GRAVEYARDS overflow!


It's tough here in the HOOD
and there must be a better way!
If that little kid could talk
I guess that's what he'd say.


When the ones we love are dyin'
of the bullets from our guns,
Do we see ourselves dead HEROS!
as we kill each other one by one?


It's time to change TRADITION !
It's time to stop the PAIN!
To stop the killin' and the bleedin',
so that KID didn't die in vain!


That doesn't mean we won't be HOMIES!
But together we'll change our CREED!
We'll take the the FEAR out of our HOODS
and the PRICE to PAY won't be to BLEED!


This LIFE is leading no where,
and our HOOD'S become DEATH'S HOME!
The answer to this SADNESS,
is to take DEATH OFF HIS THRONE!


It's TIME to come TOGETHER!
It's TIME to make a PLAN--
WORK out a PEACE we all can live with!
IT'S TIME TO JOIN HANDS!


It's TIME to start a NEW TRADITION!
where DEATH isn't GLORIFIED!
Where little KIDS feel SAFE,
and little KIDS don't have to DIE!

Hit me up wit sum feedbak~1luv~

That was hella long to post all in one go..
And i have to admit..my concentration wavered
while reading it...
But it started out nice.simple yet strong..
it just got repeatative towards the end...
but I liked it..stay up

Thanx 4 takin tha tyme to read it i edited it so now it aint that long peace~1~

I thought at times you used stereotypes and cliches a bit too much. Looking at it with simplicity, at times of an outsider. But overall, it had that feeling of "looking through the eyes of one who sees 2d, but not always 3d"...and that innocence and bluntness made of it made it quite powerful.

the message was also put forward very strong. Though i felt the use of exclamation marks lessened the power and strength of it.

Overall a very good piece. Which was on the whole, felt.

...resp...

I kept it real. This is my life and wat i see. i have no shame! so 4 those of u who think life in the hood is fukin tha cool place to live think again~thanx 4 tha feedbak~1~

i like dat ish mami...................its tight mami...........................................che ck yo messager baby gurl...............1ne

Are u fuckin jokin? mama im not a hater but ONCE AGAIN i'd like to inform you that you are only allowed 2 POEMS ON THE FIRST PAGE! u seem intelligent, do u read my replies or just skim thru em? BLEH! well now that i got out some steam my train of thought will continue to rumble....the poem was IMO poor. I didnt feel anything in it this subject needs to be put on paper or monitor but as varentao sed quite a few lines were PLAYED honestly it didnt show much skill the hardest messages seemed weak, if i had to guess i would say u saw Hot Boys or Colors or wut have you and wrote a shallow report. Like i sed im not a hater but i have to give my honest views and your poem came off instead of hard as "hardy har" this was just a piece i didnt like so i'll move to constructive crit, stay off of this topic until u have mastered your opinions emotions and observations in a more polished way this piece seemed dull though not for lack of intelligence (as shown on Revolution) but for lack of these things, i hope u stay up, 1luv.

I have to admit that I wasn't keep interested, and my focus seemed to go more twoards the punctuation and capitalization that you used in this peice. And I don't mean to be so blunt, and I don't want to come off as rude but I don't know any other way to phrase this other than I don't feel like you live in the ghetto or projects or are even lower class, you have a computer with constant internet connection, that's like sayin "Man, I bust my ass for my paycheck so I can keep AOL on." It's just not believible to me, I dunno if I speak for any one else but it's not to me. Especially since you glorify all that is "Hollywood thuggin" at the beggining and then you go all rightous at the end. It's a complete contradiction, if you believe something live it, and then you have the right to preach it. How can you tell some one to have the guts to go against the grain when you don't have them your self? Or so you portray... I'm sorry it I've upset you in any way but I feel like repetatively you write about the same things, "life in the hood" "In my ghetto" and you come off as fake to me. But I don't think there's anything "gangsta" about that life, they live it because they have to, and some of them DO glorify it but I betcha majority of them don't come on rapsites and write poetry about it... my thoughts peace

^Though always cautious with cynicism. I still give her the benefit of the doubt. Just about. But i see where you and DNfamous are coming from. And to an extent, i agree.

but Calisto, a fair amount of people have the internet in the 'ghetto'. Usually bought to keep them off the streets. Not usually top of the range. Others buy it with 'tainted' money. Whilst others buy it after it's fallen of the back of a lorry (er, the computer). There are ways, you know...you'd be surprised.


Badass. You got more than two pieces on the front page again. I'm gonna have to close another one. Sorry. But it's a constant thing with you. No hate, just need to keep a certain amount of order in this Rasta shack we call the poetic scriptures....

i've read a couple of your pieces and i think you have quite a bit of talent i liked this poem just like the others nothing really bad to say about them nothing really good either, my issue is this.......
you've made it clear you live in the hood most of us can relate, however eventually the subject matter becomes "played" you are going to get negative criticism no matter what you do,....you can't satisfy everyone all the time. Don't be afraid to expand your horizons and do something different. In short you'll never know until you try.............don't think I'm hating I'd just like to read something more complex from you....i'm pretty sure you're capable of it.....1

I know people have the internet in the ghetto but she's come in a poem of mine and told me that she could relate and I got the implication that she was in the same social class (financially) as I was and that most people don't have the balls to admit it (I got that from "I can relate"...) The subject got boring to me because that's all I seem to see from her, after I wrote my reply I sat in here for a sec, doin other stuff. Had I known that Nfamous was going to have the same reply I wouldn't have said what I did because I only feel like I needs to be said once, and I was trying to tell her that I wasn't trying to be mean or rude but I didn't know any other way to say it... Tha's the deal with what I wrote, maybe it was a little bit meaner than normal critisism but it's what I felt needed to be said... peace

~Calisto~1st and foremost i do live in tha ghetto u have no right to judge.i m not a fake this is real sry that u feel that i am.but anyway ur cloggin up my thread wit a bunch of bull i mean i know this is tha net but wat i write is all real.dont get me wrong i like ur work but wen u talk bout sumthin u have no idea bout it gets me angry.u dont know me and ur tryin to say imma fake ive kept it real so if u wanna say stuff like that then take that crap and go somewhere wit it cuz i aint havin a bunch of bull clog my thread. no disrespect. im just keepin it real~1~

bleh dont get heated because Calisto spoke her mind, game should recognize game and keep it moving point blank and where she's coming from is she made the incorrect assumption that you are well off and that the story is fiction a poker face is best in times like this so get real mute grin and bare it and stay wit...1luv.