Around here it looks like da project ruins
Past lives ruined
Lost souls are now shrines within deez confines
My old block looks like a ghostown
Sun Up
Sun Down
Where cats used to post up til' da customers rolled up
As time went on dat shit slowed up
Some dudes still remain like a lightpole but never grew up
Some people became permanent fixtures in da hood n never escaped
Bullet holes still light up da canvas n graffiti art was never erased
Stolen Cars used to come thru da block 90 miles per hr like a grand prix race
My environment is a disgrace!
Don't even recgonize dis place like Emmit Till moms who couldn't recognize her son face
Still
Til'
This day
I might roll thru da area where project buildings stood tall
But now demolished
No one on da strip
Nothin' poppin'!
Ain't shit changed tho!
EVERYTHING is a profit!
Just a game to dem'
A Monopoly
Public Officials barely fix up da properties n can't do shit about da existing minorites
Which is really da majority consuming thee environments
Nothin' Inspiring!
Just found out da other day a couple of good folks died round there
My intentions Sincere,
Most still caught in da Belly of da Beast livin' in fear
Rising unemployement n welfare
Some still have da unfortunate cirmcustances of being without healthcare
Game is reciprocated
Just different playaz at deez stages
5'O ain't nothin' but a gang like 2Pac stated
Harrassing!
Still beatin' niggaz into da pavement
Misguided Anger RAGIN'!!!
Besides
Dey knew what there were doin' from da outset
Puttin' us in capsuled surroundings to slaughter our own wit similar outfits
Itz like we roamin' a desert wit a mirage of outlets
Liquor stores on every corner
Every other day another body lay, chalked out for da coroner
Drugs n Guns pourin' in
Destroyin' Kin
While a War was going on in another part wit mad troops
Another War was being disregarded in our own backyard too
Sabotogin' da youth in vast groups
Doin' more damage den a Tsunami could ever do
Want Proof?
Look at da body count
Eye Know!, Too many to count
No pinpointed amount
Dey tell us to vote, sayin' our ballot count
Go out
Take advantage of a right our ancestors bled n sweat for, Givin' every ounce
Backin' it up wit theories of maybe having our rights denounced
OUR ACTIONS n THINKIN' MUST CHANGE FOR US TO FORGE A CHANGE
Even when we as a people make a change within' a change
Datz when dey switch up proximities wit underlying remedies
Left on an island
Remote tendencies
N ain't nobody really true, dey just gettin' better at hidin' dey polygamy
Regardless of what ya intent on dis internet may be
Only a select few make a dent wit dey messages through da industry
Others
Look to church ministries
Or
Hit da notes wit keystrokes wit intent on intensifyin' da energy
Exposin' da corrupt through poetic proses to da masses
Problematic
DA REAL GLOBAL IMAGERY!!!
Key entities
Are now becomin' more n more extinct on da food chain link
And their promises is da same
Broken n Lame!
All EYE see being PRO-JECTED is fame
Pockets being filled n hands being greased
((Smh))
Please!
Cats ain't tryin' to live on dey knees
Datz why dey sell others death n disease
It's either dat or da latter
As fucked up as it sounds, datz da brutal truth of da matter
Among da contituents
In which
Most are labeled as misfits
Some parents givin' birth to geniuses wit deficiencies wit special capabilities dat are autistic
N dey still have to fight just as hard for there place out here in existence
Search da prints for those ballistics
You won't find it
It's hidden
Wit da rest of da horrific incidents
Check 9/11
To be specific...
Towering towers bein' gutted like small fishes
Slicked oil underneath da riches
Conspired by a Bushel of Bitches wit other agendas
Helpless souls on da cover of Time Magazine
Holdin' handz
Jumpin' from windows
Reelin' from plane fuel, comin' outta dey clothes
Fallen into da clutches of death
Bodies lay cemented n disfigured
Ground Zero Gaped da taste of many last breath
Dis some fecal ass situational matter wit no alternative to da prerequisite
Eye still see homeless people at gas stations beggin' n residing on park benches
Dey can burn down all da project buildings but not da lingerin' remnants or remaining tenants
Whose horrifying graphic scenes n memories of da lost spirits dat won't vacate da premises
Backwards relayed messages, parables, n images from Revelations 2 Genesis
Eye can see Biggie cringin'
When
We ALL Know Deez Is Da "Last Dayz" We Enterin'
"The Projects(Last Dayz)" By Shawn Stare
Past lives ruined
Lost souls are now shrines within deez confines
My old block looks like a ghostown
Sun Up
Sun Down
Where cats used to post up til' da customers rolled up
As time went on dat shit slowed up
Some dudes still remain like a lightpole but never grew up
Some people became permanent fixtures in da hood n never escaped
Bullet holes still light up da canvas n graffiti art was never erased
Stolen Cars used to come thru da block 90 miles per hr like a grand prix race
My environment is a disgrace!
Don't even recgonize dis place like Emmit Till moms who couldn't recognize her son face
Still
Til'
This day
I might roll thru da area where project buildings stood tall
But now demolished
No one on da strip
Nothin' poppin'!
Ain't shit changed tho!
EVERYTHING is a profit!
Just a game to dem'
A Monopoly
Public Officials barely fix up da properties n can't do shit about da existing minorites
Which is really da majority consuming thee environments
Nothin' Inspiring!
Just found out da other day a couple of good folks died round there
My intentions Sincere,
Most still caught in da Belly of da Beast livin' in fear
Rising unemployement n welfare
Some still have da unfortunate cirmcustances of being without healthcare
Game is reciprocated
Just different playaz at deez stages
5'O ain't nothin' but a gang like 2Pac stated
Harrassing!
Still beatin' niggaz into da pavement
Misguided Anger RAGIN'!!!
Besides
Dey knew what there were doin' from da outset
Puttin' us in capsuled surroundings to slaughter our own wit similar outfits
Itz like we roamin' a desert wit a mirage of outlets
Liquor stores on every corner
Every other day another body lay, chalked out for da coroner
Drugs n Guns pourin' in
Destroyin' Kin
While a War was going on in another part wit mad troops
Another War was being disregarded in our own backyard too
Sabotogin' da youth in vast groups
Doin' more damage den a Tsunami could ever do
Want Proof?
Look at da body count
Eye Know!, Too many to count
No pinpointed amount
Dey tell us to vote, sayin' our ballot count
Go out
Take advantage of a right our ancestors bled n sweat for, Givin' every ounce
Backin' it up wit theories of maybe having our rights denounced
OUR ACTIONS n THINKIN' MUST CHANGE FOR US TO FORGE A CHANGE
Even when we as a people make a change within' a change
Datz when dey switch up proximities wit underlying remedies
Left on an island
Remote tendencies
N ain't nobody really true, dey just gettin' better at hidin' dey polygamy
Regardless of what ya intent on dis internet may be
Only a select few make a dent wit dey messages through da industry
Others
Look to church ministries
Or
Hit da notes wit keystrokes wit intent on intensifyin' da energy
Exposin' da corrupt through poetic proses to da masses
Problematic
DA REAL GLOBAL IMAGERY!!!
Key entities
Are now becomin' more n more extinct on da food chain link
And their promises is da same
Broken n Lame!
All EYE see being PRO-JECTED is fame
Pockets being filled n hands being greased
((Smh))
Please!
Cats ain't tryin' to live on dey knees
Datz why dey sell others death n disease
It's either dat or da latter
As fucked up as it sounds, datz da brutal truth of da matter
Among da contituents
In which
Most are labeled as misfits
Some parents givin' birth to geniuses wit deficiencies wit special capabilities dat are autistic
N dey still have to fight just as hard for there place out here in existence
Search da prints for those ballistics
You won't find it
It's hidden
Wit da rest of da horrific incidents
Check 9/11
To be specific...
Towering towers bein' gutted like small fishes
Slicked oil underneath da riches
Conspired by a Bushel of Bitches wit other agendas
Helpless souls on da cover of Time Magazine
Holdin' handz
Jumpin' from windows
Reelin' from plane fuel, comin' outta dey clothes
Fallen into da clutches of death
Bodies lay cemented n disfigured
Ground Zero Gaped da taste of many last breath
Dis some fecal ass situational matter wit no alternative to da prerequisite
Eye still see homeless people at gas stations beggin' n residing on park benches
Dey can burn down all da project buildings but not da lingerin' remnants or remaining tenants
Whose horrifying graphic scenes n memories of da lost spirits dat won't vacate da premises
Backwards relayed messages, parables, n images from Revelations 2 Genesis
Eye can see Biggie cringin'
When
We ALL Know Deez Is Da "Last Dayz" We Enterin'
"The Projects(Last Dayz)" By Shawn Stare
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