We Have to Keep the Real Criminals off the Streets, Your Honor.

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“We have to keep the real criminals off the streets.” (Denzel Washington)

This is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper
Heart screams with emotion
It’s my daily devotion that lines stay deeper than the ocean

They smile in the light
Hate in the dark
Pretend to be someone’s friend
Nail ‘em in the park

This is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper
Heart screams with emotion
It’s my daily devotion that lines stay deeper than the ocean

Growing heartily, growing strong
But I’m thinking they’ve been watching too much King Kong
Who’s they? Haters? Rappers?
Or maybe those happy in the audience some might call clappers

This is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper
Heart screams with emotion
It’s my daily devotion that lines stay deeper than the ocean

1700s, 1800s, 1900s of time
Three centuries or the future?
Appealing to the rich streets like thyme
Are we a taxer or moocher?

This is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper
Heart screams with emotion
It’s my daily devotion that lines stay deeper than the ocean

How can we overview the world and fly
Flying like a bird turkey
While on the poor streets we’ll all die
The future, while left and blue, without true change is murky

This is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper
Heart screams with emotion
It’s my daily devotion that lines stay deeper than the ocean

Some are innocent; they have a transparent mind
Others remain like Illinois’ governor; money is power
But how is it so, how is it power when you will begin to find
You use the taxpayers. So, lame duck, it will turn you sour.

This is what politicians call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper
Heart screams with emotion
It’s their daily devotion that their work stays deeper than the ocean.

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