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"junkie wisdom pt I"
  by the h.


illiterate
4th grade southern
education
livin library of wisdom
gone off that dust

he a junkie
but times in sobriety
he drops
jewels of thought

"sit yo ass on this po'ch
school you young'ns
how we got down
back in 1974

we used to own
all this shit, the black mecca
mt vernon ave
the barber shops
restaurants, haberdasher
houses, all that shit

black power, rocked dashikis
proud of our heritage,
cats yo age got inspired
by goldie, 40th street black
& priest
millitant cats, got sick of
our direction

formed movements, some
spawned into gangs
philosophies
drugs weren't the issue
by the end of 74

that shit hit us
hard. heroin, coke
owners developed
addictions, businesses
failed

same time, them pigs
from the 89th precint
killed them two boys
lawrence shaw & king jones
we wasn't havin that
& tore our own shit up

mt vernon ave, in flames
insurance policies couldn't
cover the damage.

how i know?
hell i was the haberdasher
flyest muthafucka
on the block
keep them streets
free of that shit

til, i fucked round &
experiemented
& been gone ever since

(c) january15th muzak
free your mind, fuck e'rythang else

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Date Submitted: Apr 18, 2007 (02:51 AM)
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  .:I WILL NOT B...
11/30/08 (01:20 AM) 
i see that this is not a new piece. *smiles* i truly felt like i was being told this story but learning history at the same time. lol kinda reminded me of what it was like when my grandfather used to sit me down to tell me stories. your ability to capture things like this always leaves me in awe.

  nieceyspeaks
11/29/08 (09:23 PM) 
love it love it love it.... wonderful write... great inspiration!! u gets a 10!!

  RUBY RED DBL R
11/21/08 (04:19 AM) 
i had to come back to this poem, i first read this in january and really felt it and i come through and read this piece at least once a month, this is one of my 11th wondah classic poems..... this reminds me of an old head i used to get high with........

  That_NIce_Guy
11/21/08 (12:48 AM) 
im speechless....can you sign my pen pimp? lol nice work bro Soul Caliber

  Sunkissed25
10/18/08 (11:53 AM) 
ok...if you aren' the truth than i don't know what is. I could picture this..i could hear him speaking...imagined him on the porch with about 3 young men around him. All of them watching the cars go by yet listening to this man tell it just like it is. Confess almost and be raw about life and his sins...beautiful!!

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