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Poetic Freedom : My Puerto Rican men
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From: MSN Nicknamekimgel  (Original Message)Sent: 12/23/2003 8:23 PM
 
 
                                             I see, I know
                                       What others don't see
                                      What others don't know
                                  What you yourselves cannot see
                                
                                   The disease thats been spread
                                  The epidemic thats been caused
                                  Among you my Puerto Rican men
                                   
                                        Tell me this my loves,
                              For my Puerto Rican men are my heart
 
                                Who put the Heroin in, your hand?
                                   The cocaine in our streets
                   Who benefits from the decline of my Puerto Rican men?
                 Who serves to profit from the loss of my Puerto Rican men?
           
                  Sure, you bought the dope from your Puerto Rican brother
        Soon he'll be locked up; Taken away from another Puerto Rican mother
            And you, you'll be hooked and start killing yourself slowly
              Having suicidal thoughts when you're dope sick and lonely
              
                                My Puerto Rican men don't you see?
                                He brings the dope and you die
                                You sell the dope and you kill
                                              Your brother
 
                                You end up locked up and you kill
                                               Your mother
 
                          And you, you rot, dope sick and locked up
                                              Either way he wins
                                   Has you right where he wants you
                                            Brother against brother
 
                                              My Puerto Rican men
                                             I want you to understand
                                          Understand that you're needed
                    
                                   Needed to make our Puerto Rican babies
                                        To raise our Puerto Rican sons
                                                   To stop the cycle
                                               Protect our daughters
 
                                                         We need you,
                                             To warn our sons about them
                                        To show our sons a life without him
 
                                               He's given you your habit
                                                  Weakened your mind
 
                                                  It weakens your soul
                                                  Your faith, your spirit
                                                    Makes you believe
                                                 Doesn't allow yo to see
 
                                                           But I see,
                                                    I see it every day
                                                         Every time
 
                                          Every time I look into your eyes
                                             So many Puerto Rican men
                                     So many tortured souls and broken dreams
 
                                                  My Puerto Rican men
                                                      you are not alone
 
                                                        I feel your hurt
                                                        Know your pain
                                                        Hear your cries
                                                     Have watched you die
 
                                               My Puerto Rican macho men
                                                               You are
                                                            our fathers,
                                                            brothers
                                                              sons,
                                                           and lovers
 
                                                We- Your Puerto Rican women
                                                       Will fight for you
                                                         Die for you
 
                                            But most of all we'll warn you
                                      Warn you of what you are too blind to see
                                            Show you exactly, who is
                                                         The enemy
 
                                                            Tell me,
                  Would you have been so quick to take the dope out of his hand?
                                         Or would you have thought twice?
                                                     Been more cautious
 
                                    My Puerto Rican men don't you see?
                                        This is exactly what he's done
 
                                        The only difference is the hand,
                                        The hand where the poison lies
 
                                     He gave the poison to your brother
                                       Someone he knew you'd trust
                                                One of your own
                                                 One of our own
 
                     And your brother sold it to you without ever thinking
                                               Never thinking
                                               He'd be killing
                                               One of his own
                                               One of our own
 
                                              And you enjoyed it
                                                Never thinking
                                                You'd be hurting
                                               One of your own
                                               One of our own
 
                                  So you see my Puerto Rican men
                                    It's not that you're less than
                                    It's not that you're not loved
 
                                   It's that you simply cannot see
                                                     What I see
                                                                                 K.P


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 Message 2 of 2 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknamemrssusieSent: 12/29/2003 3:33 AM
Here, Here, mrssusie