My Pen

              (A poem by Puzz Pacino)

My Pen gon’ be the death of me 

It’ll be in my right hand when I exhale the last 

breath in me... 

I use it as my weaponry... 

 

So I ain’t got to resort to violence like the panthers 

in the 70’s... 


And my oppressors keep telling me ‚

If you just stop writing we’ll consider granting you 

clemency.‛ 

I guess it’s just the Re-bel in me... 

And they can’t understand why I can’t accept what 

they selling me... 

You should see how they discredit me

Tellin’ people I’m a rat so the homies will try to get 

at me...

 

But all that did was give me energy 

And more credibility when real street ni**a’s 

defended me...

So throughout my life’s tendency 

You can expect me to invoke what Martin Luther 

King extended me... 

The right to effectively Tell the world of the oppression

Corrections has subjected me!

 

My Pen Gon’ Be The Death of Me!