The Bad Poet

G d D mn, Moth rf*ck%in’ sh t

  Love, peace, grace, blessings, hell you can tell me anything and get away with it

  But it’s what you demonstrate to me

  If you’re telling me love then being malicious

  If you’re promoting peace then going to war

  If you’re showing me war then detestation is in your heart

  If you’re building jails at the expense of schools

  If you’re telling me that God or Allah or Murta or Buddha is love but cannot tolerate the other’s right to believe or not to believe then love is not in your heart

  If you’re telling me to work, but jobs are sent overseas and calling me lazy then you have no vision

  9mm in every home, liquor stores on every corner, hope lost by our young Give me peace in my neighborhood, sh*t it’s more like fostering genocide

  Strength when life failed promises come calling

  CK

  ‘09