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The other day I seen a white woman walking a white dog
She seen right through me
As if I wasn't there
As if I was made of air
As if I was a figment of her imagination
Around the corner where I smoked my first reefer
Where my lips tasted its first kiss
The history of the hood now has a mortgage
Three hundred thousand dollar reasons for urban living
We pay dues
They pay for convenience
Row homes into townhomes
Crack house carnage into condominiums
Exchange pawn shop pathology
For trendy neighborhoods
Red lined lives act up in the shadow of downtown judgement
The other day I seen a white man jogging past my past
The present is Cafes Bistros and Coffee Shops
Economic enemas eradicate section eight ladies
Ink pen gangsters sign sinister signatures
Underwriting under water properties pushing proverty to another zipcode
Gentrification a gentle word for racial replacement
Tax code the new black code
Ghetto ghosts retaliate
Throwing themselves beneath the wheels of post modern progress
The separate but equal sequel plays out on the steps of renovated brownstones
Balconies with big city views
How can they see you
If you are invisible......
