Nov. 18, 2014

My Streets

by Jermaine Hicks

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"MY STREETS"

by Jermaine Hicks

My thoughts, my love, my paper, my peop's...,
My mic, my homies, my ride, my heats...,
My dice, my crib, my dog, my freaks...
My Brother, James Hicks, who's R.I.P...

My God, my queen, my dreams when sleep...
My wisdom, my knowledge, that runs so deep...
My freedom, my fight, Malcom X's speech...
My sun, my moon, that's under my feet...

My ghetto, my slums, my drinks, my sweets...
My nuts, my word, I'll always keep...
My lyrics, my style, you can't compete...
My fro, my dress code, that's so unique...

My soul, my anger, I must release...
My tightest quotations on the M.I.C.
A born outcast, the real Black sheep...
and to the whole world, because the
world's my streets!

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Jermaine Hicks #760638

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Keith_Papyrus Posted 5 years, 8 months ago. ✓ Mailed 5 years, 8 months ago   Favorite
I'm feeling this Quatrain/rhyme scheme. Intense and personal. Your mentality is on display, along with your love... Truthwriter? Keep burning fam! Keith Papyrus

Jermaine Hicks Posted 5 years, 7 months ago.   Favorite
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