Hip Hop Trajectory Poem by Leaking Pen

I’m chilling I’m cussing
Not knowing what I’m saying
My soul rapping
My mind cranking
I saw this documentary
Not complimentary
On all the killing
On blood oozing
God boozing
Death choosing
Black youth falling
Mother’s tears calling
Events that night rotting
No one know who’s done it
My rap all about it
Whodunit whodunit
What’s the deal?
Is it for real?
I’m just wondering
No full inquiring


Orlando Anderson plotting
Tupak Shakur beating
Kicking repeating
Tupak body bulleting
Cops stood waiting
Gangs killing retaliating
B.I.G following
West coast then East coast
Like burned toast
Johnny ‘j’ suicide
Another killing’ you decide?
Tupack’s bodyguard
Bullet in the head
Big Frank is dead

I’m chilling I’m cussing
Not knowing what I’m saying
My soul rapping
My mind cranking
I saw this documentary
Not complimentary
On all the killing
On blood oozing
God boozing
Death choosing
Black youth falling
Mother’s tears calling
Events that night rotting
No one know who’s done it
My rap all about it
Whodunit whodunit
What’s the deal?
Is it for real?
I’m just wondering
No full inquiring


Part two of my story
No tale of glory
Why should I rap?
Built my own trap
I was led to this road
Like a jumping toad
Why me I ask, I ask
Poet lost his task
This ain’t my style
To be foxy and beguile
I was led to this story
No tale of glory
Poets follow the voice
They have no choice
And here is why I had
To write this poem: So sad!

Feb 4th 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014