By Marlon Curry
Is it easy to walk on a razor blade where literally each decision made can
split you into and now two halves laid
In the dust where you soon turn to ash
Would it be better to own a gun in a box you stash
So if it ever comes one on one you’re able to clash
Do you sweep it under the rug as if it ever happened
Put the gun up for safe keeping in case they start capping
Then go to the internet, in song they’re rapping
The video goes viral, it’s currently active
But they blame everybody when they become a captive
Sitting in a jail cell pointing the finger
But the lyrics of the rap never even linger
Of how you ran up on the crowd and emptied your gun
People screaming on the ground and you didn’t run
And now the judge pass sentence
And you can’t believe how a number like that can bring you to your knees
My advice to you is live life while you can
Or be doing natural life like this writing man
Pain
Change
By Marlon Curry
I was born the son of a king with the world in my hands
So I don’t walk around like a baby with a shitty diaper or grabbing the front of my pants
Or cell rocks on the corner like a neighborhood terror
Pistol packing young jacker gold rope wearer
Leaning with a limp hoe catching bitch slapper
Zero burn, money earned, real hustler finger snapper
Toast tossing big bossin’ reality nigga rapper
Cross country professional playa, a little molatic
Juron fire and tectonic shift to shake a nuke like a reverse psychotic
That will make you feel if you want it
No I’m just the prince and love of the world
Have a slice as I entice you all to twirl
A brand new dance, the best romance
I give to you my girl with the intent
To award all nations with my seed
To bring love into the world as we proceed
My Love
By Marlon Curry
If I gave you my love would you love me too, would you put ultimatums on me on the things I can do, or would you love me unconditionally, the way I’d love you
If I gave you my love would you hold on tight, you and me against the world or is that an oversight, when I’m in a rut will you fill my plight, will you be the one who’ll tell it’ll be alright
If I gave you my love, would it be real, making love to you would it be a thrill, would it be so good our juices will spill and if I laid it down would my heart you steal
If I gave you my love
Redemption
Marlon Curry N93761 Stateville Correctional Center P.O. Box 112 Joliet, IL 60434 |
I wonder if I’m redeemable. I pray that things change, but I keep an open mind and strive to do better. Sometimes this soap opera has me twisted with all of its drama. I just want to get my poems out there. I am 51 and have natural life and I’m looking for someone who likes my work. I got better, I’ve changed a lot. I’m not the same person, but I hope you like them all.
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