Back in the day,
when men were men,
not pussies, and punks,
with stereos pumping
in their trunks,
[hoodlums. . .]
Back then,
when men were men,
they stood their own ground,
didn't need their friends.
To watch their back,
dealin' dope,
beggin' for money,
and smokin' crack,
lips pursed around, that glass dick,
huffin' and puffin' like a
BITCH
They was payin' them bills,
takin' care of their kids,
makin' shit straight,
in them digs.
They stood for right,
like a mountain,
faces stoney,
like blocks of granite.
Back then
when men were men
stood for something
Unlike them punks
with stereos pumping
from their trunks
Thinkin' they too fly
with them jays
spillin' blood on the ground
like kool aid
Leavin' your mama to cry,
got nothin to live for,
so you die.
You try.
Too weak to live so
YOU DIE
PUNK
[HOODLUMS!]
Men were Men
Taught their sons
not to run [from life]
and not to beat on
[his wife]
that's a reallll man. . .
who can.
back then
you could depend
on the ones,
when men were men. . .
Reason for writing:
I was reading Desiree's poem, and it reminded me of this one. I
modified it with a few new lines, and posted. YOU DIG????
Birth sign: Libra
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