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    CRITICAL CONDITION

    Critical

    im sippin on moscato

    stalkin like a black gato

    feelin like apollo

    at the end of a hallow

    point blank

    hearin my black radar

    ping

    and if that mockingbird dont sing

    momma and daddy

    aint gonna do a damn thing

    god bless the child thats 

    got his own

    im seein my young blood

    tryin 2  remain stable 

    in a foster home

    mismatched priorities

    horror movie 

    gory

    rated e for enemies

    he sees 

    that dont exist

    resist 

    arrest

    cant hide the stigmata

    burned  in his chest

    so he resides

    in a place with no one 2 confide

    no mentors 

    no peers

    intellect in the stratosphere

    body 

    pulled  down 

    by the gravity

    of a ghetto mentality

     

    always thinkin he is gettin 

    played outta position

    stress level

    like the devil risen

    brother in critical condition

     

    at the hot spot

    cop

    an eight

    cut 

    bag it 

    tag it

    check the weight

    fate

    of a young brother

    with blind ambition

    i speak 

    he dont listen

    on a suicide mission

    to be young 

    gifted and black

    gettin racked

    for crack caps

    carryin in his knapsack

    a 45 cal

    his favorite pal

    sayin brotha dee 

    i aint goin back 2 juvee

    next time momma see me

    they be

    preachin a homily

    once upon a time he was 

    young and gifted

    but a dream deferred in the ghetto

    be a dream shoplifted

    in the sands

    of the sudan i sifted

    i call out

    shout

    but i am 3 generations behind

    he  carries a pentagram

    2 remind

    of the sign 

    of the times

     

    by the time  i finish

    this ghetto  gospel rendition

    my young boy be fightin for his life

    in critical condition

     

    i aint  got the time

    for azz and tits

    howling at queens 

    like i eat only kibbles  and bits

    philly  bein infested 

    by bloods and crips

    jim jones  poison

    moisten

    reluctant lips

    i sail on a dead sea

    take death tolls

    bury my scroll

    at nag hammadi

    soon and very soon

    we are goin to see the...

    wait up didnt you hear

    the king is dead

    he was resurrected

    but not protected

    patriots thought he was a terrorist

    and filled him with lead

    layin in my bed

    feelin the dread

    of the weather warming

    in west 

    north  and south philly

    cops will be swarming

    this i surmise

    my hands are tied

    find solace in mya angelou

    still i rise

     

    settin up my young blood

    with special forces precision

    devil smiles

    while

    my youngin lies in critical condition

     

    6 degrees of separation

    police station

    probation

    emancipation

    reclaimation

    black nation

    facin

    a genocidal situation

    preachers steady preachin

    young cats got em on mute

    for their survival 

    who will be libel

    when they laid to rest 

    in black suits

    the fruit

    being smashed under 

    lack of expectation

    kissin massa

    azz  faster 

    than back on the plantation

    attenuation

    not clear

    dark clouds in the atmosphere

    hurricane 

    of pain 

    comin the city not prepared

    my young boy scared

    cats will think he soft

    point the gun

    but he done

    forgot to take the safety off

     

    how long

    we sing this song

    same tempo

    same damn rendition

    while young brothers fight for life

    in critical condition

     

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    • 1 April 2011
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