April 10, Poem 10 - the guard in juvenile jail...
The guard in juvenile jail tries to hip some unruly kids as to what’s in store
See dat’s the problem wit you lil niggas –
think you know everything – I’m tryna
tell you some shit so you might not havta
come back here, but y’all 16 and think
you already know shit. Look, you think
I wasn’t here before, where y’all is?
But in my day, we beef and got up
and fought and got knocked down
and beef and got knocked down
and got up until we ain’t got knock
down no mo. And errybody walk away.
Y’all lose a fight and come back all
blam! blam! blam! and now you can’t
een be nowhere – then you get scared
and take some bullshit-ass court-appointed
attorney 60 months parole deal bullshit.
Nigga you doan agree to no 60 months parole!
5 years nigga?! Nigga 5 years?! Nobody
out here caint go no 5 years without
doin something wrong! Can’t leave
the state. Can’t get a speeding ticket.
Can’t een take a drink! Ain’t no citizen
can go no 5 years without at least one
time he gotta take his dick out and pee
on a tree – you can go 5 years without
takin yo dick out, nigga?! Bet you,
you can’t – then next thing you know,
you right back here locked up – 10 years,
20 years – fucked up in the game, but yeah
you ain’t gotta listen to me player – you’se
a big man, Joe – you’se a big man!