Gold Teeth (Poetry)

It takes less time to criticize, the it takes to analyze/
That's why they point at you, Instead of talk to you, like pantomimes/ 

So my label is stamped "reprobate" through clouded eyes/ 
But once the smoke clears what appears? what am I?/ 
Flesh & Bones, I make a song, dedicated to word peace.../
But those songs won't appeal to those "streets"/ 
But still I rose, I'm the rose grown through concrete/ 
Still looked down upon, guess all they saw was the concrete/ 

but see my path is concrete, I sought out a purpose/ 
But it's like talking to a crowd behind closed curtains/ 
They want to see if I fit what I speak/
 like...cigarette companies, funding money, to lung disease/ 

disbelief, the grit their teeth when we don't talk street/ 
Like "Yea right, a good guy with gold teeth?"/ 
But see that attire is the front for the statement/ 
that "your current and future placement, doesn't have to be adjacent"/ 
See the most beautiful thing about change/ 
Is the appreciation of knowing where you came/
from, and being able to teach from trial & error/
Somebody that's been through it, who could learn you better?/


So take a look at the old me, for the last time/
I sit and past time, with thoughts of my past time/

no need to slash I'm, only lookin' at spilled milk/
sometime I wish I spent my whole life on a tour trip/
Women in love with dreams, see me, and bow to knees/
thinking their at the door and I'm the barer of the key/
but see, I see the devil well hidden underneath/ the fabrication and glits & the glamor that deceive/
those in love with green, cloud thoughts with trees/
I bypass the need I'm too concerned with the seed/
That I plant to blossom a better me/ 
you ain't concerned about your future? this is why you better be/
I lost my girl, my car, dropped out of college, it was hard to find self worth/ and in this world the good guys finish last and the bad finish first/ 
and I wasn't a rich kid, that made it even worse/
but i said I'd never find love until I love myself first/
So if I have to act a certain way to be around you I don't need you in my face/
and if you had feelings but ain't express them because of my situation, I don't need your love, cuz' it's fake/
and if you ever judged me, because of my gold teeth, baggy pants or even my race.../
well I was told only one man can judge so I guess you made the mistake/

Gold Teeth 

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