C.R.E.N.S.H.A.W.

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life

They say you don't have to explain what's already understood, but when you screamed out neighborhood I know it wasn't for a crip set, cause throughout the time the neighbor aspect was left out, that’s why we simply called that the hood, but you made some of us go and check on our neighbor, no need to be a hater against the next man cause we all classified as twins through this black skin, and much like you, my body is inked with stories of our generation, I look at him and think you may be vice lord nation, I look at another and think you bang 6 point stars, you wear blue, he wears red, but the government want us all dead, so the least we can do is go out this swingin, see you were literally a community revolution in progress handing out community reparations in pockets, I liked how you hired ya own, took care of ya own, literally had em collecting mailbox money cause the checks from the government is nothing more than blood money printed on the backs of our great grandparents who built this country in slave fields bought on slave deals, so I got to the middle of the intersection and had to yield, I looked both ways before i crossed the street, but couldn’t decide which path I wanted to take, and then I remember what my grandma always used to say, never let the right side know what the left side doing, but for once granny, I gotta admit you was wrong, so I let my right arm become Crenshaw and my left became Slauson, I crossed them es cause you made that like Wakanda, and you was like T’challa, but it's always a Killmonger lurking in the shadows, more like a colonizer painted in black face, cause the biggest enemies is the s from ya own race, so that’s why I stay doing victory laps cause the minute I stop running is the minute they start gunnin, see life is literally a marathon, so I tied up my blue laces, walked out the house praying to God I don't get shot down by those blue faces, while trying to steer my city away from the blues we used too, cause that’s the music we play at the funeral homes, so I turn up the sounds of that dedication, this the remedy, the separation, Tupac of my generation, blue pill in the ***in Matrix, red rose in the gray pavement, young Black trapped and he can't change it, know he a genius, he just can't claim it, cause they left him no platforms to explain it, but since they left you no platforms I decided to build one myself, stand on top and speak to God, how is it your son could survive 40 days and 40 nights and we can't survive 40 gloccs and 40 ounces, we supposed to be your chosen people, why we gotta deal with this , cause now when I look at Crenshaw Imma think damn, first Rick, now Nip, then God got quiet and said this, Crenshaw is for Communities Repairing Everyone N Sickness and Health Always Win, meaning when you good you good, when you down, you bounce your people back, you are black, you beat slavery and damnation, shot Jim Crow and turned that into bird , but peep this, turn to your neighbor, and tell em, black man, no more hatred, I love you