My Block

[syntastic]

My Block

Write this in the style of N. Scott Momaday One thirty in the Morning Its my block For all its badness and goodness Its my block I hate my f--king block I don’t live in the projects I live next to the project You still ghetto by association Scared to walk my block but its still my block and staying my block until the second I can change it And I’m changing it for none the first chance I get If you cant get out its over. You cant change the block The block changes you A better person would try Lucky thing I’m not a better person Just a product of the block Sometimes I have to run on my block but its still my block. 168th street Armory got me out this late Not my block but I run it for a minute or 2:09 2:05 2minutes flat Michael Johnson of the 800 meter New World Record yahhhh That’s someday Why are those dudes standing on my block Do I know them If I do, so what I hate my mother f--king block Cant run got’a walk at e’m Cause its my block Hit’em hard Real hard Bloody that nose real bloody on the block Even if you get stomped bloody his nose real bloody I cant run on this block cause its my block Angel eyes I smile and give him dap A light skin Black-American with curly hair and pretty eyes Pretty eyes What are you gay Nah but for real he’s got pretty eyes Associate from Jr. High School days Know him kind’a know him From when we’all tough-guyed it in church Hung in the vestibule till confirmation Drop a dollar in the collection for mommy Then bounced She gave me two Grime’y His boy A Black Puerto Rican I don’t know him Daps just the same Remember his face If you see him late night on the block don’t run Man how you been Chill’n How’s School Oh yah I’m still doing that I know Kats don’t see me no more plus this track thing News from the block Yah I remember him How long is he in Nah haven’t seen her either How old is the her kid Here comes the awkward silence… Man Ill catch you Yah I’ll catch you Give him dap Hope I never see him again Start walking Hate my f--king block but walk it Its still my block till the first chance I can change it and im changing it for none the first change I get

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[bloodredtears]

hhmmm...definitely a different piece...i don't read, or listen to, a lot of rap-like or rap stuff...i suppose rap is just poetry put to a beat huh? or something like...this has a lot of emotion...its hard to follow because there is no structure to it...but the emotion is great! good job

[syntastic]

Actually, you hit it right on the head....ithe piece isnt suppose to have struture....N.Scott. Momaday is a Native American writer. In "The Names: A memoir" he begins one of the chapters with formal structure then draws you in with such dexterity that you dont notice till half way through the chapter that he has stopped using punctuation marks...I was very impressed by the style...Its actually a excellent interpretation of how we think, we drift from idea to ideaeven when some of those ideas are barely connected.

Thanks for the feed back. And,i give it another read with the previous in mind...youll see how brilliant Momays style is....or better yet pickup his book..thanx again for the response. !One

[T.J. Barber]

Very well written. I have a couple of weeks off and I find out just how much I have been missing out. Great write.

TJ

[rinna(on leave...for eternity)]

this read to me like a stream of consciousness. i really enjoyed this, looking forward to more from you, syntastic!

rinna

[::..::FoX::..::]

Yes, very good, and unique as well.

Fox