SOLDIERS OF THE STREET by Ebuka Wiz Godwin

These barracks don’t favor civilians It’s for the un-blooded We don’t remember our mortality off-hand So we face guns and bombs empty handed The armory is our heart And the will to survive is the only arm We are bred here, in these streets Far from Eden, closer to reality The reality of Adam’s sin… Continue reading SOLDIERS OF THE STREET by Ebuka Wiz Godwin

OMO GHETTO

Rivalry noise made on jam-packed street Of pot-holes and water filling feat Welcomes you to the database of quarreling lives, The Ghetto, where true hard-life lives… You can’t survive being a mumu Either castrated by Hemp-Indiana or marijuana You have to learn a trade Of gun toting or bottle breaking for survival… I’m an omo-ghetto,… Continue reading OMO GHETTO