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Let me rap to you about where I'm from. Sidewalks are broken, weeds grow through the cracks. The people that use them are like the sidewalks, broken and bummed out. They have handles like Turkey, Louie the Bum, Sand man. No one's hip to their real names. They all think they're righteous. Me, they call me Kid, so don't be freaking out, no one cares, it is what it is. All we care about is the hustle. The next minute, then the minute after. So it goes. This, is my school, I'm hip to it. In these alleys, on these sidewalks, where no one can tell if the garbage man came, where rainbows are neon, books are painted words, scrawled on concrete walls. It's where you can get sliced for a joint, and die for seeing what you shouldn't. It's cool, don't sweat it. It's another realm man, so don't flip your wig. No manicured grass here, only advertisements for whiskey. Are you hip to it, what I'm laying down. Listen up my brother, cause I'll be bookin. In this place, pain is a commodity, sold by dealers and pimps. Can you dig it. I gotta split man, before the fuzz comes. So hang loose, I gotta drop a dime, to my connection. Maybe I'll catch you on the flip side. 1960's slang contest..Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 6/27/2015 2:22:00 AM
Brutally honest and compelling as hell. I identify...Congratulations sir! - Tim
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Date: 6/26/2015 5:18:00 PM
I guess it was a rough time in rough places but I remember, friday night dances in church halls, walks in the dark because I had no license yet listening to the supremes on a transistor radio, necking in a friends basement at house parties with the lights out & having her mom switch on the lights & running into a pole & cracking my front tooth LOL - I remember innocence. CONGRADS Light & love
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Frederic Parker
Date: 6/26/2015 6:25:00 PM
A gentle life you had, those of us that grew up in the inner city didn't know what gentle was, a lot of the characters for this poem came straight from my life..and the language, straight from the streets....thank you for your kindness my poetic friend.
Date: 6/25/2015 11:57:00 PM
Frederic, Congratulations ... LOVE LINDA
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Date: 6/25/2015 11:40:00 PM
wonderful win
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Date: 6/25/2015 11:03:00 PM
That's a brilliant write Frederic! Congrats on big win!
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Date: 6/12/2015 12:35:00 PM
Well done, Frederick, a 7 and good luck in the contest hugs eve
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Date: 6/5/2015 8:07:00 AM
well, you really walked your groovin' talk, frederick... smashin'.. huggs
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Date: 6/3/2015 10:36:00 PM
Great job, Frederic! I noticed that some of these slang words carry over into the 1970's, too. I wrote one with '70's slang. ;)
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