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    "True Poets"genre: Hip Hop
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    "The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
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    CD: Invisible Enemies   Label: Millenium Productions
    Credits: Truse, Young Poet, Phil Harmonic

    Story Behind the Song
    This song is about two young Black teens trying to carve a life for themselves out of the poverty and sorrow they face on a daily basis in the Los Angeles Ghettos.

    Lyrics
    First verse: Truse
    Words fall out of their lungs like metaphors when they're hung
    Microphones fill the void of the noise in the boys
    But they can' stop their screaming cause thier voices are horse
    But their lyrics come first and they thirst for a force
    To pull them out of this monetary, planetary, curse
    Poverty left them lying and dying of thirst
    Cursed to write verse about familial hurts
    In their mothers purse sits a picture of pride
    Taken three years before daddy dies
    Eyes open wide, scenes of homicide, outside their window and nowhere to hide
    Judged by all those who live priviledged lives
    Realized lies, munipulated eyes
    Blamed for their situation not given a chance
    Romance is only in songs so they dance
    To cheer up their mother as she sits broken hearted
    Shattered last year when her husband was blaseted
    And the police, swear it was imminent,
    But in God's and in her heart he's forever innocent

    Second Verse: Young Poet
    I hit the streets when the moon replace the sun
    Armed with a black gun, wearing a black hoody and black jeans
    Pocket full of stones serving fiends
    To the average person it's frightening scene
    Decaying zombies, prostitutes with undeveloped bodies sometimes this shit haunts me nightmare of me having a permanant stare still I hit the streets like I don't care...

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