Listen Up

by Trina Williams-Emigh

Damn man
Let me speak
For justice
And peace
For the meek

For money
And power
For the poor
For breaking down
And opening the  Mother fucking door

For drug dealers
A dime a dozen
Making junkies
From your mama
To yo cousin

For hopelessness
And despair
And them damn woman
With that fake ass hair

For disrespect
And house arrest
And the I don't got no job blues
*For twenty kids in the Quarter
Tapping in some bottle top sole shoes

For the nigger once on welfare
Rapping about six g's
To the hoe giving him a blow job
Down on her knees

For the preacher preaching
Yet steady creepin
For the politician promising change
While all the time 
Just talking game

For the non-believers
And the believers too
For all of us
From me to you

Listen up
Listen here
We got some changing to do - I  Fear
We need to do things right
We need to get our lives straight
Before our chances run out
and it's too damn late

*The Quarter is short for the French Quarter in New Orleans, which is a popular tourist attraction

Listen Up by Trina Williams-Emigh

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