by Thinks Im a Poet now

Created on: May 14, 2009

Walking up my neighborhood block

I see 4 black guys hanging on a spot

I slow my stroll and start to think

should I turn around and avoid this gang

What if they try to sell me crack

I could get robbed. they call it jacked

On the news I heard of that

I think I will turn and go around

What are these thugs doing in my town

I bet there smoking those marijauna Blunts

Talking about the women they got

One of them calls out

Yo dawg come here

I got somthin to say

I stop and think

what should I do

What if they have a nife or a gun

Before I could turn aruond and run

One man is standing next to me

"Whats up Im Jon

and these are my boys

Tee and Paul

We just moved in the neighborhood

We like it alot

I felt a little tight and kept my guard up

in case of a fight

Tee asked my name

I said I'm Mike

He said whats up

I nodded my head

And he said

Is Jesus Christ Your Savior

We worship Twice a week

Your welcome to join us

Come by and see

I was confused a bit

and said sure

They all said Cya

come anytime and chill

I walked away ashamed of myself

I judged these men before we even spoke

Discriminated against some good folk

How little I know

I'm the big joke

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