“I look up and I see the red and blue flashes.
this my friends is not a tale of two cities.
just one city. my city.
the city that birthed legends.
dozens upon dozens of blocks deep.
this is the shit that you would read about and weep
This is my city.
her streets full of lost souls
fallen children, abandoned wives,
intellectuals and goons
all failed by the system,
breathing the same air.
You think you actually belong here?
Stop and put your hands where i can see them.
Even the pigeons have a nasty attitude.
But the pigs, the pigs in blue uniform are the worst.
these kids were raised by the streets
smoking bogies at 12
in the school yard.
vandalizing and picking pockets for the thrill
growing up in the system,
they’re not afraid to kill
I know people who will never
know legal money hustling out of pure desperation
and you know what?
they said fuck your bullshit legislation
This place is heaven in a little fucked up box.
What are you doing around here so late at night? Have you been
drinking? Have you been smoking pot? Are you carrying any weapons?
No officer, you’re the one with the badge.
We may walk in the same shoes
but you see i got an awkward step
and its all thanks to her.
shes the most beautiful thing ive ever known.
home of tragedy and victory.
and I’m just but one player
In this ghetto symphony
Don’t push me kid i will arrest you for assaulting an officer.
This city has the heart of a gangster and the tongue of a poet
all molded into crowded streets and busy intersections.
You could never understand all this complexion
So, mr officer with all due respect,
let me be clear,
you havent got the slightest idea as to whats going on here.
This is the city of dreams the one that never sleeps. The concrete
jungle. The only place you can find a bum and a millionaire and
everything in between
So please let me be.
Officer youre hurting me.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
Just let me finish this song..
You are resisting arrest, youre only making this worse for yourself
This is New York. This is supposed to be the land of opportunity?
This is not why my parents came here,
For you to be policing brutally.
“I didn’t even do nothing.”
Sam Dubose, 43
“I can’t breathe, I need a pump.”
Freddie Gray, 25
“You shot me! You shot me dawg.”
Oscar Grant, 22
“I don’t have a gun stop shooting.”
Michael Brown, 18
“What are you following me for?”
Trayvon Martin, 17
“Please don’t let me die.”
Kimani Grey, 16
Tamir Rice…was only 12.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of Iaw..
If you make it there.
If you’re alive enough to make it there.” – Sara Writes
This poem & visual shot Jordan Morales pretty much sums up how Jaguar XX feels about the present state of america. Currently working on his untitled project he decided to bring you to Brooklyn and tell a story people don’t want to talk about with GV of Zodd Nation. Together Jaguar of Panamanian decent & GV of Haitian decent shine light in the darkest hour of today’s era.