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A LITTLE BIT OF YOU AND ME
a little
bit of you and me,
growing up we got involved,
because we were looking for
community,
even though i did not understand unity,
i knew i wanted
power with the homies,
i always knew that we needed peace,
but some of
us still rolled with a piece,
laughing, smoking, clowning, fighting,
placasos, payasos, drawing, tagging,
painted pieces, or master pieces,
but only
at the late evening,
where no one could see me,
don't want to get
caught slipping,
don't relax, cuz that could be your last,
saw off shot
gun blast,
train yard writer, motor yard,
Belmont tunnels,
2 little brothers,
and all those roaming
the streets,
shaved heads, Ben Davis, dickies, creased,
iron board, ironing,
oldies, ghetto blaster, playing,
gotta look good gee, whats a peace
treaty?
a little bit of you and me,
died every morning,
school made no
sense to me,
so in the mornings,
i would drink,
think of ways of making
money,
so i sold weed,
bought clothing,
so we did what we did gee,
i
was only 15,
black peace books,
markers, mean streaks,
rukas, ladies, toys, levas, queens,
all the same to me,
youngster,
prankster, trickster,
the spirit of the ozomatli, always guided me... .
a
little bit of you and me,
late nights roll over,
car loads of dogs,
playing
oldies,
it was fucking crazy,
to see my carnal leave me....rest in peace, El Wicked ocelotzin....
a little bit of you and me,
i always
knew we needed unity,
but we kept on hunting,
spent many times in juvi,
and moms was crying,
little brother looked up to me,
your honor! not
guilty, released,
and i kept on writing, poetry,
words, it was all the
same to me, my therapy,
it was just lyrics,
because i wanted to spit it,
fit it somewhere,
but no one knew how,
or where to get equipment,
so we
sold , got bold,
bought microphones,
turntables, sampler, music of the
bold....this was our gold....
a little bit of you and me,
fatherless, single mother,
mi
jefita, a true warrior,
fed 3 boys, caught us selling,
took all my
weed, and flush it down the toilet....
car crashed, chased by
police,
arm robbery, D.U.I felony,
helicopter over me, pigs punched me,
and beat me, until i could not see,
public defender, defended me,
i was
surprised,
some one killed me,
set me up,
looking at 10 years for sure,
i won't ever be, an m.c,
or anything....you see..may be just poetry?
a little bit of
you and me,
had respects, they feared me,
loved me, a price to kill me,
soldier
of the street,
but i wanted to make beats,
met some homies,
who seen
the scene, seen me,
from the outside you see,
and one passed me,
and
said i gots some beats,
hip-hop, rapping, i knew the difference,
a lot
"fucking", and "Motha fuck this or that", in my vocabulary,
but that
was reality....
so i started rapping, and unwrapping the Cuauhtli in me....
a little bit of you and me,
was always rebelling,
because
the pigs showed me,
with occasional beatings, harassing,
humiliating
me, saying i would not be,
caught up, locked up,
the green lights, to
bright,
my pupils real wide, lying there,
laughing at the glare...and i
stared....your nightmare, was my dream.....
a little bit of you and me,
always reminds me, of who i be,
am
i a product of this society?,
every time i see, i see, me in you, little
gee...
been there done that,
now i'm wonder,
how we gonna get
back....
but I'm thinking, and i know we can....ehecatl
a little bit of
you and me watches all these,
wannabe's, revolutionaries,
fake M.C's, events with no meanings,
that don't have communities,
they say it's all about me,
but only activity,
from the same cult like activist,
not
thinking...tiahui, they say,
but how we gonna unite,
when they forget the
barrios that fight...inside,
ignite, flight,
might be most,
but not all of
them,
I'm remembering,
the simplest, teach intelligence, not sickness,
I've witnessed, war, pain, death, sickness,
blindness, sadness, and ignorance...
i don't blame them, i don't blame,
arrogance is me too,
the oppressor is shaping,
and determining,
the meaning of the move,
but
i must get through,
because a little bit of you and me knew,
a long time ago about our roots....
7:51 AM
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