I Just Want To Go Home Poem by Tyrone Gayle

Mommy said be careful at nights when you're on your way home in Brooklyn,
She knows best so I gain cardinal and ordinal points as my eyes keep looking,
The heat is always on no matter the season because the wolfgangs are cooking,
I can't forget the G orders even though I believe in brooking.

Don't get it wrong like doorbells in ding dong ditch, I've touched violence,
I just have not pick it up for such ties normally have voile ends,
I have seen and heard how it has filled darkness in void friends,
So how can I observe these things and choose to avoid pens?

I wish everywhere I live didn't compel my deeds to construct a rath,
Rrrr, in order to fight against this beast, I rather let out my raw art,
Than let my blood be boiled and let out my wrath,
I am not the only one tired of Apep, don't you hear the cries, 'Where Ra at? '

Cho! Destruction at home and abroad, this bully seems to always tease him,
So I wouldn't be surprised if that brother is no longer moved by theism,
This is sick, things must can get better, tell me when the tea is in,
While it's being mixed, I am going to leave now to reach safe to T's inn.