Promises
Endless fame and a pot of gold is what he promised for your soul
All you have to do is hold the Glock and slang that crack rock
Glistening diamonds and girls to go
But this life goes deeper
All you have to do is be a deceiver
Make a crack head a believer
Sell death to your people
But what happens to ‘I am my brother’s keeper?’
Do you keep your brother down so you can get paid for a pound?
You cook your beef with a hundred rounds
So you think you should wear a crown
But they didn’t tell you someone’s bigger and some one’s badder
Or when you fall in love that someone else had her
But now you want to fight ‘cause you love her
So you step wrong
And never make it home
This is what happened to my man Thomas
But all along that was the street’s true promise
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I really really like this poem. I can hear the ring of truth in what you’re saying. I hope you keep writing because if its anything like this poem I want to read it.
This is a very strong poem. It’s unfortunate that promises can be broken or not what you hoped it would be like. This poem shows great expression of the emotion the author or a friend might have gone through.
This poem is very emotional and I can sense the meaning behind the author’s words. I don’t often make promises because I don’t want to break them in case I can’t follow through. Don’t make promises you can’t commit to. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!
A lot of people my age (16) don’t realize that this promise is more of a pact. I was charged as an adult. I’m looking at 21 years. I want to let it be known to my brothers and sisters, black and la raza, watch who you call homie. And think twice before you jump off that porch cuz once you jump, you can’t go back.