a concrete rose

In the 80’s

things were crazy

in the city that never sleeps

Mothers crying

people dying

and this went on for weeks

An outlet for the youth

as prophets of the truth

escaping the rage and pain

Fading in and out

making people shout

needle itching in the vein

From scratchin’

to emceein’

she gave us a message

through the breaks

From pop-lockin’

to block-lettering’

avoiding the 3rd rail

and the jakes

Mind as a wept-pen

on crumpled looseleaf tears

As the spook stepped-in

leading to cock-ten fears

Maybe we can bring her back to life

if we understood the struggle she went through

Maybe we can make a wrong a right

reaping the soil for a concrete rose or two

Now it’s time to get up to GET DOWN

and sign the petition

Whether you're black, white, yellow or brown

lets finish this mission

Instagram and Facebook

even that little blue canary

By the hook or the crook

and by all means necessary.