KayoLorenzo
Six Feet Under
Walking down the street constantly looking over my shoulder, the hotter it gets...the streets grow colder.
Marked for death or to be under arrest, one to amount to nothing and rarely hear the word yes.
As soon as my life begins they say “He’s headed for self-destruction.” Before my life’s battle has begun, they’ve already declaired that they have won.
These are the hottest days in the cold cold summer and this is what it feels like to live six feet under.
They say “Go on the block and move these rocks.”
But in a bout 5-10 min you get stopped by the cops.
Even if you don’t they stop you for no reason, just because your black and its forever killing season.
Get you out the car n begin to rough you up, beatin you down like they don’t give a…….
DAMN life out here is just to real, you can look into my eyes n see how they feel for..
These are the hottest days in the cold cold summer and this is what it feels like to live six feet under.
Now…Success has come and the battle is won, but the war is not over it has just begun.
I’m still marked for death.
Legitimately tryin to make a livin, yet I’m faced with the same problems as in the beginnin.
Tryin to rise above the standards of this world that we live in.
It’s like I’m a singing bird and they got me caged in with a dream to be free.
But one question still remains……when?
For these…these are the hottest days in the cold cold summer and this is what it feels like to live six feet under….
Creative Writing
Spoken Word