Fakee
Fake. Anonymous April.7th 2017 Eggers middle school. Fake. They was always fake my so called “Friends” They is so fake they will change up on you so fast like a snake will shed. Fake. They are nowhere near to be…
IN
My town is quiet like wind blowing through trees. When i looked at the moon it looked at me and said hi. I had seen a girl that was walking down the street. I had never seen her before, so…
WELCOME TO MY LIFE
I walk out the door I order number 4 I see this man I see something in his hand Some white stuff All sliced up He snorted a pack of salt another pack of salt terror filled my eyes he…
Ironboard
He scares me when he walks on 24th , on my blocks with his fake timbs I feel bad for him because his back is permanently bent.So next time I see him when he walks on 24th with his fake…
The man that looks out for his nest
There´s a man that works at day and night like a hawk he looks around his prey but what is his life after lookout he counts his preys looks for food to keep his nest STRONGER he puts his young…
Brownsville Area
Cars driving Horns honking There's peace, but not always, people get shot but it don't phase me. Brownsville is sometimes the best place to be but look out 'cause the cops are lurking
Starret is Alright
Down the street I go as the sound of birds chirping repeat. Green, green, green I see as I approach Starret shopping center as the tomato sauce smell fills the air. Looking around tall grey and brown buildings appear .…
others jealous
Ayo, the pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin' the zany actin' maniac in fact son they look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run these rhyme and skills got them climbing…
Brownsville Areas
Cars Driving Horns honking There's peace, but not always, people get shot, but it does not phase me Brownsville is sometimes the place to be, but look out because the cops are lurking
Ada
My block My block name was Ada , all you smelled Was weed,alcohol,And smoke, sometimes the grill My block Wasn’t that colorful you can see trash in the fields and Yards , At night all you could hear was BOOMS…
Tyrna Fill These Lines Up
My community,the place where I grew up,well not really I’m tryna fill these lines up. I wish I could say it’s a volcano Waiting to erupt,but I can’t because it’s not like everything came to a stop. No brothers from…
My Home Town
Hammond A small city in Indiana That isn’t very interesting But I still call it my Home As I walked down Sibley Street I see my shadow on the sidewalk From the bright Yellow sun shining on me During beautiful…
The Trees and Flowers Wave
Hammond The trees and flowers wave The cat screamed and ran The birds whistled and ate The tree is tall like me The dog runs as fast as me My community My community is an arcade My friends are comedians…
My Race
-My Race- Back In the day We went through a lot My race Wasn’t all that Where we came from We was know as slaves and even Sold to people who didn’t know our real Name, My race Wasn’t well…
life/community
Chase Bailey Community The community is fake She is a bad person Terrible Full of hate Takes your heart out Like a rake As wild as a jungle You get hurt Out of Bad reasons You think of friends Then…
Growing Up On Wilcox Street
Growing up on Wilcox Street Was enjoyable. All the kids Played outside until the street Lights came on. If they stayed out any longer they were Going to be in BIG trouble. The mud felt slimy in my hands As…
Danger In the City
Full of history, now it's a mystery How a place used to be so pretty, could now be full of misery Death from block to block, because of a deadly glock, irresponsibly use It is your decision too. How people…
Blame
Parts of the world are in agony But now it’s clear to me Our pride is so high that it’s taller than all the redwood trees Unlike our economy The stern face of burden is leering straight down at me…
What Will There Be Left?
What will there be left… When the air that we breathe slowly chokes us What will there be left… When the place we call home in OUR Hands What will there be left… If we as a human race, continue…
Mindless Games
They all walk around In some mindless daze, Staring at the same chemical haze. Their screens shine as bright as the sun While they compare likes and followers Like a prize to be won. All except… All except one Sitting…