Jonathan Gordon

TELL ME WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME

Tell me when was the last time that you came to the realization that yes, maybe your own people really are doomed/ tell me when was the last time that you stepped in to a trap house where 24-7, dope was being consumed/
and you had to step over trash, dirty diapers and animal feces to get to the back, floor lookin like it’s never been touched by a mop or a broom/ tell me when was the last time you saw a mama/father smokin crack/meth while the baby was in the room/ tell me when was the last time that you seen young females being groomed/ to hit the track, because in this country, home of the free land of the brave
BLACK LIVES REALLY DON’T MATTER
Tell me when was the last time you was in a relationship when one of the parties was abused and battered/ always into a fight in the streets because people can’t help put to gossip and chatter/ tell me when was the last time you slept on a park bench downtown, afraid to get robbed shivering, so cold you teeth clattered/ tell me when was the last time you
arrived at the homeless shelter, holes in your shoes and clothes lookin all dusty and tattered/
tell me when was the last time you had to steal to get a decent meal, and you came to realization that all you hopes, dreams, and aspirations have now been officially shattered/
tell me when the last time you realized that being in the streets for so long gave you post traumatic stress disorder (ptsd) and you stood up and said NO MORE DRAMA IN OUR LIVES/
tell me when was the last time that you said I AM SICK OF BEING THE CAUSE OF ALL THE TIMES MY MAMA CRIED/ Sorry for everything and being such a disappointed, mom I apologize/ tell me how many times they have said since Obama arrived/ in the oval office, the oppression and poverty of his poeple would be no more/ but in reality, the rich can’t relate to, can’t understand, and don’t give a crap about the lives of the poor/ those who was self made millionaires and self made billionaires, they forgot where they came from before/ they fatten they pockets, while they foot in on the necks of the poor they employ/ they in penthouse condos, livin in lap of luxury and joy/ while another young girl, or another young boy/ is starvin with touchin ribs/ tell me when another youngster still in the crib/ had to attend a funeral because another relative got merked/ tell me when was the last time you had to go to jail for sellin drugs, or stealin beause your butt couldn’t find no work/ tell me when was the last time you seen a now hiring sign, so you go to apply and the whiteman/woman says sorry the positions already been filled with a cold, condscending smirk

Tell me when was the last time/ you got pulled over for a d.u.i and went to jail and the judge hit you with a fine he/she knew you couldn’t afford/ tell me when you got out and started up some crap just because you didn’t give a crap and was bored/ tell me when the last time you lost your best connect because of another raid/
tell me when the last time you arrived at the trap, one time show up people scattering dumpin off dope and guns when all you was tryin to do was make a fade/ tell me when was the last time you found out that a rat all the homies used to run through tested positive for aids/ every now and then you get tested just to make sure no diseases was contracted, you thank God no diease you came in contact wit/
tell me when was the last time you tried to square up, stay out of trouble and be good, but it was just too dull/ so you find yourself gettin high again, hittin the blade, then next you know a bullet barely misses pealin back your skull/ tell me when was the last time you found your self trollin the blade/ went out on a mission, on one and never got around to makin sure your bills was paid/ cause you got side tracked/ you was happy pockets was fat for a minute then unfortunately had to say goodbye to ya racks/ tell me when was the last time you seen the homegirls kids scooped up by child protective services (cps) and sent to a foster home/ then you find yourself at a bar tryin to get laid, but end up in a fight because some other dudes liquid courage and testosterone/
tell me when was the last time you was sick of everyday being some kind of confrontation or skirmish/ you found yourlife spiraling out of control, spinnin round like a whirling dervish/
to the point you decided your life needed a complete overhaul, renovation, re-invention, make over and had to be refurbished/

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Jonathan Gordon
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