Cul-De-Sac / Deaf Ears
Her name was Jacqueline, sat in the back of class, cackling,
heckling, never tattling, sweet and killer like saccharine,
she could hide her Jekyll-ing, spicy like Zatarains,
after school tackling dudes, pants down, hands down,
straight up behind the gym and shacks, snacking on madeleines.
Old folks called her fast, she wouldn’t last, no touch of class, so much sass,
Coined her hot ass, loins assassin, everlasting groin smashin’,
But Jacqueline had dreams, mad schemes, wanted to turn over a new leaf,
Like a gardener peeping for weeds, sowing seams in an autumn breeze.
As bad as it seems, she wasn’t pregnant yet, saw the benefit of slowing it down,
she was hesitant at first, no ho-ing around, reverse the predicate, the worst’s relevant,
Told the boys no, she was done with getting done, kept her poise, though,
Back of the bus, she lacked lust, it’s lackluster, the pack lusts her,
She forced the issue, prickly like boar thistle, tough like coarse gristle,
Leave me alone, she declared, she owned her destiny with flare, official,
They rarely cared, didn’t take her serious, they were furious, she dealt with them in a manner imperious.
Continued threats got her scared, changed her route home, carefully prepared,
Then one day the bell rang, class was dismissed, she tried to flee the BS,
Buddy’d up with Lorraine cutting around CVS, they got cornered by those idiots,
Walls closing in, Lorraine got away, ran and got a stranger, left her girl in danger,
When they got to the scene, Jacqueline couldn’t breathe, welts on her knees,
Lashes on her cheek, bloody nose, missing teeth, torn sleeves, gasps and heaves,
Where were the thieves? May not have stolen her innocence, but they damn sure stole her dreams,
Stole her life, so vibrant, just snuffed out, so violent, infinity blues, took away her ability to choose,
The rain came down, ultra violet, the worst thing is that those fools are still on the loose.
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So take peek at this fixture of this corner store of liquor, this figure in the Knicks wear, the cigarette spark flickers, when it gets dark in the park quicker, this is young Mark Victor, whose crew is on the verge of being a neighborhood scourge, better check the old ticker, his people urge him to drop ’em, encourage him to stop ’em, but he says they always got ’em and their bond he’ll never purge.
Vic was a piece of shit, never going legit, scamming and scheming don’t quit, needed to cease and desist
His antics and tactics on the list, causing manic panics, pfft…you get the gist, of the kid that just couldn’t resist
Yet he took it rather heavy, the bevy of friends and kin deftly trying to inform him, of those that may harm him, he wasn’t listening, just kept on bitchin’ ’bout heavy levies that he had to pay his brethren on occasion
Part of his initiation, his own creation, hanging with boys destined for incarceration, they’re complacent, led by Jason, never backpedal, mind your business out there, if you meddle in affairs, you prove your mettle with the metal.
Gold medal to the rebel devil who could play this game, to lay a dame, roll up, say her name, take her, make her shame, make sure that you came,
Deep down he knew it was wrong, to belong to a throng of dongs only concerned with hitting bongs, dipping schlongs, and ripping thongs, he preached the same song all day long, but in the end, he pledged lifelong camaraderie and would always tag along
So down on the ave, on the corner of Venus and Armstrong, the boys peeped two girls easing around CVS, they were a seething mess, cause them exceeding stress
Victor tried to intervene, didn’t want to be part of this sinner scene, too obscene, his inner being was guillotined when he heard the girls scream,
He pulled Jason off Lorraine, she broke out, Jason grabbed Vic, began to choke out, while the others violated, bashed her face, smashed, erased, the light in her eyes smoked out
The crew fled, left Jacqueline there dead, in a pool of red, breathless, helpless, Victor was left friendless, had to law low, stayed with some selfless cousins out in Waco, knew he was on borrowed time, part of a horrid crime, he knew the crew’s actions were fatal.
A few months go by, living on the fly, he dodged the law, got too confident, thought he could chance the see-saw
Missed his fam, still on the lam, he went back to see them, told his mom and brother he was innocent and to believe him.
Heard the boys were still in town, he went to see them in the PJs, no one was around where he stayed and parlayed
Through the hood he tried to creep, not making a peep, turned a corner and Jacqueline’s brother, Saadiq, hopped out of a jeep
Vic froze in the street, he let out a few bleeps, Saadiq’s peeps surrounded him and knocked off his feet, they were ten deep.
Vic pleaded to no avail, on deaf ears his words fell, karma had succeeded, he closed his eyes and whispered a prayer before his life was deleted.
Think Ink|Thinq Inq 