Sept. 25, 2014

Street Pants

From Caged Buttafly by Maisha M. Durham (author's profile)

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Street Points

Come one take the blame and say it's your joint...
Don't you know that's how you get street points.
Girl keep your mouth closed, don't drop the dime...
It's your first case, you won't get much time.
If you love him, you'd ride for him and take the charge...
You do that, he'll make sure you're living large.
He promises to keep money on your books, make sure you straight...
He's going to be down for you until your release date.

You claimed the drugs knowing the deal all the while...
Now you've lost everything, even your child.
You kept your mouth closed, didn't say a word,
Never realizing they'd be the last words you heard.
You wanted to be down, that ride or die bitch...
You loved your man, you ain't no snitch.
Tried to call your man, but couldn't get through...
How soon he forgot about you.
You bragged about how he was down for you...
Yet your lockers empty and he hasn't come to see you.
Your release date is soon and you'll be out this joint,
Now tell me how you like your street points.

Unpublished work copyright 2014 Maisha Mahalia

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BostonRocks Posted 9 years, 5 months ago. ✓ Mailed 9 years, 5 months ago   Favorite
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post.

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