Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 173,627 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

50 Cent - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.

I was born in the ghetto with,
The status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
I was taught in the ghettto with,
Much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto without the Statue of Liberty to salute!
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket;
But, who is there to cover up your actions?

I was taught in a mud-house without slippers on my feet!
And, that's the kind of society i cam from;
I had my education on the streets with,
Fights, hunger and starvation to crown the day! !
But, your killer gun in your pocket will give you up one day.

Taught by the streets,
Lived by the streets,
Learned by the streets,
Loved by the streets,
Hated by the streets,
And, many of us married by the streets;
The cluster of a phobia into my maturity,
That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket today.

Stealing and looting! !
With plans to make the next move,
And, as a human-being who lives on 50 Cent a day.
Life in the ghetto,
With the status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
Life to me was just like the mountain of snakes,
So, just roll your boat with merry on your face.

Life's fair fountain that eluded me! !
With stealing and looting as the order of the day;
And of the plans to make it work.
I was just living on 50 Cent a day,
And, joy to me was like the roasting of a chicken;
Hope to me was like the killing of rabbits! !
Peace to me was like the frying of plantains;
And, of an excellent value for many of us when one dies,
But were still mulling to make a case like a courageous leader.

To live on 50 Cent a day in the ghetto! !
With the muse of the cluster of a phobia into my maturity;
Life in the ghetto,
Life on the run with the bullet train!
But at times, it was like the straw on a camel's back.
Life in the ghetto,
Like the golden cup whose shock aroused! !
When one equals to a temper of heroic hearts;
With the negatives to meet all day Long.
Life in the ghetto,
Like half-naked Young Lovers who called for help!
Life in the ghetto,
Like the peace of one's mind with questions to the moon;
But all along, i have managed to live on 50 Cent a day.


Comments about 50 Cent by Edward Kofi Louis

  • Elena Sandu Elena Sandu (8/24/2016 4:35:00 AM)

    Powerful penning my friend! A great message, loved those 50 cents, to me are worth few tons of gold. (Report) Reply

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  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (8/23/2016 8:09:00 AM)

    Very true and beautiful.... (Report) Reply

  • Rose Kanana Rose Kanana (8/22/2016 1:30:00 AM)

    You painted a vivid picture of what happens- honesty at its best.
    Taught by the streets,
    Lived by the streets,
    Learned by the streets,
    Loved by the streets,
    Hated by the streets,
    And, many of us married by the streets;
    The cluster of a phobia into my maturity,
    That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket today (Report) Reply

  • Linet Sabastian (8/11/2016 1:02:00 PM)

    Nice poem. The twists of life. Where you are going is more important than where you are coming from. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Julie Smith Julie Smith (7/31/2016 1:24:00 PM)

    Great poem, I like the honesty of it! :) (Report) Reply

  • Amarjit Ghumman Amarjit Ghumman (7/31/2016 10:11:00 AM)

    Well expressed. .good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage Jayatissa K. Liyanage (7/31/2016 10:10:00 AM)

    Bitter truth behind back doors of palaces smiling to the world. You are a great thinker and a valiant writer. I like very much how you choose themes. Thanks for sharing 50 cents with us. (Report) Reply

  • Asis Biswas Asis Biswas (7/27/2016 7:28:00 AM)

    is it the gheto of new york of u.s that elvis presley sang in his famous number, in the gheto.
    yes after going through the whole poem, i realised it is that elvis gheto.with only difference you no longer run with the gun in thehand in the street any more. poet edward kofi louis, you live on 50 cent (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage Jayatissa K. Liyanage (7/22/2016 4:16:00 AM)

    Fire burns. Still, fire turns iron to steel. True stories often found hard to believe. They may look blatant, but in reality they are solid and sound. Thanks Edward for the heart cracking story. X (Report) Reply

  • Gary Liles Gary Liles (7/8/2016 5:30:00 AM)

    Very well expressed poignant write my friend. ☺😊😀 (Report) Reply

  • Lotlot Diaz Lotlot Diaz (7/3/2016 7:20:00 AM)

    I really admire you for this peace and the attitude of the poet
    i me myself really hate the one that you mentioned in
    This poem. The one who has the gun in his pocket.
    Them who has gun in there pockets are those who knows no fairness or
    equality they got braveness into their guns. I like it very much. Thank you so much. (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan Rajesh Thankappan (6/25/2016 11:06:00 PM)

    The hard realities of life are sometimes so abysmal that this poem can be an eyeopener for people insulated from such tragic circumstances of life. Excellent write. (Report) Reply

  • Unnikrishnan E S (6/20/2016 11:38:00 PM)

    Oh! That is a very sharp incisive poem. Words of an open heart which bears the deep sore wounds! Good Work. (Report) Reply

  • Sranisha Francis Sranisha Francis (6/7/2016 4:01:00 AM)

    Very beautiful exprations. I liked it very much. (Report) Reply

  • Mohabeer Beeharry Mohabeer Beeharry (5/21/2016 5:52:00 AM)

    Hi this is pretty hard life. It takes courage and ambition to rise and succeed. This is what being human is about. Great writing and great feeling.
    Mohabeer Beeharry (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (5/17/2016 10:30:00 AM)

    You've written a outstanding poem sir (Report) Reply

  • Chukwuma Ndububa Chukwuma Ndububa (5/8/2016 8:14:00 AM)

    It began like one joke of a piece but read strong and stronger downward.

    A good one, Sir. (Report) Reply

  • Madhabi Banerjee Madhabi Banerjee (4/30/2016 1:55:00 AM)

    wow! what a realistic poem. great work. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul Tribhawan Kaul (4/28/2016 6:04:00 AM)

    Life in the ghetto well expressed. I admire the boldness in your write. Keep writing. :) (Report) Reply

  • Kiran Kukreja (4/24/2016 8:12:00 AM)

    What can one say...the rawness of it...' the muse of the cluster of a phobia into your maturity'...hope it transforms in ways never thought of... May God bless! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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