Visions of My City

[slick_dick]

I looked at the man in the mirror, them eyes reflecting flickering light,
theres nothing to hide, got too much stress, at best I'm living this life
days are hard nights are long, tryna get this shit off my chest to right the wrongs
tryna ink my soul n life, but its hard to write like this spark has died,
Need some heart tonite coz I've lost too much to be gritty, violence in my city
shitty thoughts circulate my brain while I ease off from my state of pain
n I went in a trance askin the Lord- take me away n stake ya claim
n then I let go, I felt my spirit rise from my frame, n then it rained...


I started having vivid visions of my life n my city n i started to listen like i should.
With my imagination I cud fly through the hood, I stopped by where I could
there he stood- an inner city muslim, he's knowing its a hood thing
always alert, theres no hidin' his strife, he'd come to buy ice for his wife
got robbed the fuck out n got sliced for his life so now he carries a knife in his right-
hand coz thats all theres left wid him, he's livin wid broken pride n a hatred he hides,
but his life is scarred now his life is twice as hard now, tried to fight this far now
he looks askance up the sky, I looked past him, through the side
I find this egalitarian sexagenarian lady, she's havin her own pains maybe
she's lookin at kids dashing from school but her world is slower,
as a teen had some dreams of cash n cream but now her world is over
faded clothes, jaded soul, her wrinkles tell u she's living in pain
I guess she's waitin for rains while silently paintin her life with nicotine stains
she trusted too much but the day never came coz her upbriging undid her aims


When misunderstandings marinate, the streets carry hate n nukkas carry weight
I see a young girl lookin at her fam's bodybags, how the fuck she gon' carry eight?
everyday she's walkin through the alleys skippin over shards of broken glass
with gutters leaking blood and a look on her face which says all hope is past.
I'm lookin into her eyes they silently plead for freedom,she need to leave from a city
that bleeds her people, workin nights knowin the streets never been this lethal
than now, coz fear has gripped the city, every day a bomb goess off, tough titty
the strees brimming with blood, crimes n sins coz in the end we all tryna win
n those who fail cant do nothin but try again till their life dry away n they fly away.
the city had too much reality for my sanity, damn what games is life tryna play?
I look away n go up in the skies n feel the cool breeze bring peace to my mind
as I look around i find another young man still on his grind, for him I pined
he was in his room fed up wid shit, instinctively i felt like sayin get up thats it
but I saw him head first on the table, he was tryna write some fable
table lamp flickering his life withering i wasnt able to stop the shit to be
and on a closer look i realized, shit - it was me.


All these images of people and places left me wid too much emotion
and in the commotion of thoughts i let go n overflowed like an ocean
it was as if God was talkin to me through these collage of images
n then it dawned on me the night went away n it literally dawned on me
these visions were caricatures n hyperbole of my own personality
and to understand reality i needed to be away from reality
i understood my struggle better n realized theres nothing wrong
i woke up from my sleep a wise man n completed this song.

[perico pinero]

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