Akil Aswad-WaleedWith a strong, yet relaxed presentation, Akil Aswad-Waleed makes his statement. His words convey his insights with clarity. His style has a steady tempo that creates in his audience both pleasure in the listening and trust in the thoughtful intelligence of his messsage. And he never disappoints, never holding back on laying out the reality of a situation.IT'S NOT RIGHTpUlL uP thEir cArZ 2 gheTTo CurBz 2 cOp But miGhT GeT PopPed bY thE cOpz Or sOme KidZ glOcK In thE pUrsUiT Of a WeEd bAg, wHitE pOwdEr, Or rOck whilE hIz peOpleZ tHinKin hE'z inNOcEnt thEy dOn't knOw thAt MoST hIZ mOney iZ SpeNT On inEbriAntz 2 kEep hiM bEnT BecAuze thEy Aint ConCErnEd wiTH tHe cOntent Of hiZ chArecTeR... Or tHE subStAncE Of HiZ sOUl nOw hiz mOthER cAn'T stAnd thE siGhT Of Any MAn whO migHT resemBLe thE mAn whO hAd a hAnD in ThE plAn oF hEr sOnZ dEmiZe blAcK fAceZ sHE deSpizE...cAn'T LoOk tHeM in thEiR Eyez sO at NigHt sHe cRieZ AnD iN tHe Day tIMe sHe hideZ behInd lieZ aNd FalSe prEtensEz EverY dAy...eAch aNd EVerY day Suspector in the store u swear 2 god i'm out 2 take something of yours and don't let me pull up next 2 you at a stop light at night cuz i know you'll b quick 2 lock your windows and doors and b ready 2 push the pedal through the floor cuz you'll b convinced that i'm ready 2 rob or rape u and yours i try like hell 2 ignore your ignorance & your lack of common sense but i'm convinced that you'll never change and will probably die that way I work a 9-2-5 almost every day own a house and a car aint nothin u got worth me gettin' locked down 4 I'm still tryin 2 heal from the scars of slavery i'm shedding the name u gave me and i'm not gonna b the nigga u made me those 40 acres and a mule u never gave me gave me a job and underpaid me--u played me but not no more u got the nerve 2 b talkin about: "O black people have so many opportunities today" but think about the many advantages you've had always been running things 4 over 400 years got a big head start done made hate an art in every state your hate is my fate and when u c my face u become irate b-cuzz u fail 2 procreate at a faster rate and your gene pool is almost out of date so why hate me when i aint never done u nothin' wrong? I Got Poems 4 U're Asswhen I B spittin what I spit like a sharpshooter aiming 4 a target & hittin it -I got poems I got poems 4 u like them young boyz rollin' up blunts and puffin' on grass or weed az ya'll call it -the poems I write R meant 2 ignite and give a little insight while exciting u're dendrites -I got poems 4 yo ass and I aint tryin' 2 sound gangsta either I'm just tryin' 2 let U know that I got poems some fast, some slow, always Tallinn' about what a brotha know -some call me the poetical poet preaching poetry U know it's me Akee---u're brotha bringin' lyrics 2 u continually with poems--poems that R ontime like a metronome poems that cut 2 the bone or make a lost soul wish 4 home -I got poems man I got poems 4 u're behind and all the poems I spit R mine aint no Puffy Combs syndrome bitin' all the time I feel like my poems aint gotta ryme as long as they make reason I feel like my poems aint gotta necessarily please the YG's and them I'm true 2 my poetry so U can never get me 4 lyrical robbery--the reason being that every breath I take is poetry every step I make is poetry every word I speak is poetry and every height I reach is poetry "WHAAAT!!!" U might say but understand, it's simply b-cuz I got poems, I got poems, I got poems -whenever I drop a new poem it's like I'm turnin' over a new stone whenever I go home and sit down I drop a new poem--I can't help it ya'll -I'm just a street poet a sit behind the desk poet a help U get the stress of your chest poet -I got poems 4 yo ass man do I got poems I got more poems than Larry's got homes I got more poems than a big dog's got bones I got more poems than Frontier's got phones -WHUUTTT!!!- -I got poems poems about love poems about hate poems about heads up north tryin' 2 escape from behind those gates and if I aint got nothin' else I got my poems man poetical prose 4 your ass This collection was posted here in June 2000. All poetry and other artistic writings are © their authors and reproduced here with their permission. All contents © unless otherwise noted. Back to the Fireside or Click to return to the main page of |