Poetry Corner: Training Day

You get us to sell dope in our neighborhoods,

Making it our only opportunity.

Force feeding the weak drugs,

Trying to fit in like Hoyt that Mexican PCP.

Killing innocent Blacks and minorities,

No punishment getting away with impunity.

You big and bad this your Fox Hill’s though government,

Screaming “King Kong ain’t got nothing on me!”

The ones we look to protect and serve,

But all I see is inflicting genocide on our communities.