Anthony Morales at the 28th Annual Losaida Festival

And So On (feat. Anthony Morales)

Clason Point Gardens Poetry

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After you hop off the Bx5

At the corner of Story and Noble

Head up the block to Hot Millz

24/7 convenience Lotto and Deli

for your preferred roll ups dollar Arizona

and Ham & Cheese on roll

before you go back to the lab

so you can eat relax zone out and don’t

have to go back outside to pass the chessboards

see Dee Lush wrinkle under orange ambiance

every Bloka watching cars criss cross twisted lane

what set you claim

what gang you bang

what up Tone session

why you keeping it moving

no longer chill while all the broke homies linger

everyone grew up passed on left behind

once was great

now outside way too late

lost can’t find

salvation on sale at corner store

no way to escape

we here until we find something better

never forget foundation

remember everywhere you fell down

scraped skin thought wouldn’t stop bleeding

what a feeling bags getting more brolic

Walk around every brick got similar flame product

So much fire

Burned away potential of powerful pueblo

Continuing legacy of broken barrio

Who will organize the tenants of Clason Point

All those years

Generations squeezed in couches

Any possibility of public private propriety

Instead infectious anxiety

PSA 8 still lurking for a security slip

Overnight trip

Throggs Neck Housing Precinct not even

43^rd across slick street

Right next to People’s Firehouse with

Season’s Greetings Wreath

Peek from childhood windows

Might find best friend from next door

Paying drive thru visit

Cement spirit mimic ice grill lyrics

Every Soundview rapper brags about

What guap they got

But you real Sangre

Under federal indictment

Move quiet about how you get it

Nah so loud

Always advertise whatever emptiness available

Wise guy grey hairs gracefully exit

Out the game but you stayed past your prime

Now a shorty shit stain

Who used to be your doula

Wants to splatter extinction

Until you ain’t safe

To smoke in the same place

Bullets chase sharp poison

Bitter liquor sweet revenge

Don’t exist when you still on same bench

Disappear before sun drops temperature

Raises death as topic of conversation

Quick casualty

Coughing up what’s left of courage

Creeping around chest

Powerful mind weakest flesh

Fool school over sweaty chichos

At sausage fest sponsored by Hennessy XO

Very special

Influential insight inhibited because so much

Dumb shit disrupted long lineage

What legacy can we establish for our descendants

Bequeath reputation rotten hatred foul doctrine deceit

Pass along plugs if legit

Let me hold whatever’s remaining

After love evaporates

Meet up at Jimbo’s for best breakfast in regular radius

Built about where we been

Begin to embrace where we at

Hood is toxic trap

But our families held on to us

Push us forward never back onto cool curb pillow

Snooze how much lost

But rest of life here to gain

Every garden mobbing

Where’s the promise of hungry money

Historical district of urban planning

Benign neglect failure follows fickle finance

Food stamps fed us

Malnourished with nutritional deficiencies

From false profit

Never acknowledged for ambitious stories

Instead robbed of liberty

Lack of freedom

Prisoners of ignorant glory

Can’t blame brothers

Bearing beastly burden vicious victims

Of political impoverished public housing system

But bredren

It ain’t the illuminati

That’s killing our righteous living