three cops ran up the stairs
like a jay-z video
''watch your step''
chasing the token black guy
on a dominican block
in the part of manhattan that's either
harlem or the heights.
where everyone sold coke
he sold guns.
but he wasn't the type of guy to be scared of.
like everytime i came through he would
always show me love.
but.
the good at heart have to live
even if that means supporting
delinquent kids.
so he made his money just like mother,
doing something everyday
when you really don't wanna.
slaving 9 hours a day just for your boss,
or for a chain blinding people with
diamonds and rubies in a cross.
so.
he got shot 3 times in the back
he still ran, limping, so they continued
with the attack.
rest in peace.
to a son
twin brother
my cousin's boyfriend
my boy
a neighbor
a friend
another minority dead
just because cops have to make
bread.
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
