"THE CHANGE THAT YOU DID'NT MAKE"

Copyright 2012

Written by : Mr. Marion Obafemi and inspired by God

Like Bob Marley smoking a splif, I needed a lift, so I inhaled what I saw

Inside my hood, so I thought that I would, exhale thru this poem and draw

A picture for you, to give you a view, of a twisted way of life

That is lived everyday, while on my knees I pray, they try to make it right.

Now, over there on that block, you will see some dudes who are not, hanging out with Mr. Coopa

They find shade under trees, and shoot more than the breeze, they are figuring out ways to do ya

Some harm, so don't be alarmed, because if they don't do then they will die

They've been raised by the system, and you will become a victim, when these thugs begin to cry.

The tears, they spill, don't stream down their faces like a bride who's drowning in love

They leak from bullet wounds, afflicted by crooked goons, that cry by shedding blood.

The clothes they wear, might cause you to stare, because they look 10 sizes too big

But, if you look a little closer, you'll see the weight on their shoulders, they've carrying since they were kids.

Their music is loud, their words are vile, and more venomous than a snake

Nothing is worse, that to be cursed, because of

"THE CHANGE THAT YOU DID'NT MAKE"