"This My Block"

This My Block but I know i don't own it,
but I've been standing on it for more days than I can stand to remember.
From September to August I'm hogging five dollar doesha sells,
dodging crooked cops and bailing over fences.
Ditching different demons and elements of danger.
Strangers of the night don't fight with fist.
Unload 50 round clips attached to auto-matic high-powered riffles.
Who's the blame when my survival henge on dealing Death?
Feeling stress turn to Anger.
Beware of the Gangsta!

This My Block,
and it stay hot with pimps and street walkers,
talking the sweetest words you ever heard.
Lips drip pancake syrup and molasses,
to ever player passing-
marriages are placed in danger.
Selling the creators finest creation for way less than it's worth.
It's like Love is Curse and Money is First.
This My Block,
and I protect it with twin clocks,
and won't stop til I drop like Tupac & Biggie.
In every city there's many different hoods,
but none quite like mine.
It's like I enjoy doing crime.
Light your hood up like the 4th of July.

This My Block
All that I got cause my pops ain't left stock for me
holding to street philosophy-
A Ghetto Socrates.
Tagging my rhymes inside your mind,
I paint vivid mental collages.
Ballin from the strenght of my spiritual wealth.
Seeking God's help in a living hell where a frail spine won't last long
strong and tall is how this Soul-Jah is fit,
Built for this.
Equipped with the soul of saint,
the heart of a solo lion controlling his pride,
like a wise old owl I stalk the block nocturnal.
In a race full of hurdles,
I'm steeple chasing greatness.
trying to maintain and remain sane in these minimal wage occupations

This My Block where you gotta have patience.
If you want to make it to your next breath.
Fuck a S.A.T. Test.
They're testing my chin and my wind.
Begin my day born into sin.
Hung-Over from sipping gin
Never Sober,
I'm Power Drunk,
Intoxicated

This My Block where anybody can get faded.
This My Block where even the strongest don't make it.
This My Block and I'll never trade it.
No matter how famous my poetry make me,
or this dirty industry hate me.
I'm gotta keep reppin my ghetto celebrity status til I hit Heaven,
and rest in the luxury of a thug mansion.

This My Block where I gotta keep expanding the minds of the young children.

This my block that I gotta stay here and keep building.

This my block that I gotta stay here and keep building.

This My Block & I'm Gonna Stay Here & Keep Building It.

"THIS MY BLOCK"

~~~UNCLE SALAAM~~~

written: twenty "O" three

inspired by: Nas "1 Mic" & urban areas everywhere