The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

City Cracks

If the sidewalks could talk what would they say? Each crack, every crevasse has a story to tell. What is your story?

I want to welcome Shantell as host. We have been so impressed with her work on our fb page as well as her note page.  Please come out and support her with you comments and your poetry.



12 responses

  1. nice work loving it…just loving it…she did dat…speechless

    December 10, 2011 at 6:35 am

  2. shantell cooper

    I am so Humbled by this Presentation, And Had No Ideal that it would Lead to this… I Am In Awe… Thank You All So Much For Seeing and Believing in what I Love the Most, Reaching People through my Poetic Eyes…..

    December 10, 2011 at 6:45 am

    • Thank you, you work is all ways inspiring. I love your poem and the feeling I gets when i read it. Nicely done.


      December 10, 2011 at 8:32 am

    • You know your words are exquisite and you set a graceful standard for yourself. Its an honor to have you as a host and as usually you came through with flying colors. Love the depth of your piece.

      December 10, 2011 at 11:24 am

  3. City Cracks
    by David Cardenas

    It’s a jungle out here, it kill or get killed
    My whole life, I was just wishing I could feel
    So many deadly animals just looking for a thrill
    It sometimes makes it hard to know what’s real

    It seems everyone’s looking to be the top jungle cat
    But to be king, you got to have the biggest bundle stacks
    It goes pockets fat, shoe boxes and next comes duffle bags
    But going forward sometimes means you have to double back

    They deal in death just watch them shuffle crack
    It seems they forget that I know where the troubles at
    Being addicted is conflicted, is such a lustful act
    But this type of monkey is sure to bust your back

    I got too many skeletons buried deep within my underbelly
    I’ll never tell my secrets, I don’t care what they tell me
    I have been broken and I keep trying to hold these cracks together
    But with that mentality, there’s no way I’m gonna get better

    December 11, 2011 at 8:03 am

  4. Step on a crack you break your brothers soul
    Take hold, before these city cracks take control
    So many lost souls, reaching for hope, how can they contend?
    So many devastated by lack of understanding, but still in the streets they comprehend
    Raised amongst chalk lines, court fines, and a penitentiary sentence
    Snorting coke lines, dying for petty crimes, still their dreams seek repentance
    But the streets attack with a vengeance, It’s blood in or blood out
    Everyday 9 to 5 don’t cut it, so for some its drugs in and drugs out
    Looking for that drug clout, fast cash is only a means to a slow end
    Running up and down blocks, until Sig. 44 introduce them to a new friend
    Another city crack with a story engraved within its steps
    Another life who’s expectancy was never fully met
    Another hood light vigil, a life that we will never get back
    Another curse from the inception of stepping on city cracks

    December 12, 2011 at 2:33 pm

  5. shantell cooper

    Lights out all across The Streets City, But deep in The Bario I don’t think The People Hear Me… Life has Come so Unpredictable, I wonder If everyday changes are made to be Restrictable … Sometimes Motivation is Barren and Undeniable, But the Support I give to Everyday People Is Accurately Reliable… The Pavement Below Is Also the Same Above, I been around For Centuries and Still Can’t get that City Love… Workers, Educators, and Even People of the Night, All have one Thing In Common and That’s HARD KNOCK’S LIFE…. So Again I Lend My Ear and Bend My Back, And No Matter What! WE all Have Stepped on City Cracks….

    December 12, 2011 at 4:24 pm

  6. Nights were blue the days were dark,
    from dusk till dawn I was the ghetto teen in the park,
    I was at rock bottom, so I sold rock to get out of rock bottoms problems,
    Our rent was 250, we could never pay on time,
    So we copped 250’s, quarter keys
    Gathered up all the young brave hearts,
    And did hand to hand of cooked grams like a mime,
    we climbed the charts,
    Blam blam blam blam blam, eddie ralphy edgar orlando bunca, those five shots five names represent a small portion of the dead brave hearts of mine,
    Us ghetto kids were bought up in hells kitchen,
    A picture, a few candles, we mourned in front of make shift murals, while we continued pitching 5 or 10  dollar fixings,
    The same reason, why their in six foot ditches, staring up at the eternal ceiling,
    Us ghetto kids were deemed expendable, organ donors, future vegetables for what went on in our housing vestibule, we was running the track. Stepping on city cracks. Congrats my sister

    December 13, 2011 at 1:44 pm

    • Wow, this was deep and filled with reality. I felt this one in my soul.


      December 15, 2011 at 7:04 am

  7. !!!!!!

    December 13, 2011 at 4:07 pm

  8. I push the pen like ladies to babies giving birth
    Writing in encrypted english while readers dig it n learn
    Fuck these tight jean rappaz , I got a different concern
    Phonies be uncomfortable , their souls quiver n squirm
    If you sick as you say , this doc’ll git rid of ya germs
    The radio means nuthin far as real lyrics adjourn
    Just a bunch of bloodsuckers plottin to grip wut u earn

    December 13, 2011 at 4:25 pm

  9. The Failed Immortal

    “Old Cracks”

    “Dont step on a crack or you’ll break your mothers back”

    At least back in the day
    back when knapsacking took half of the say
    back when burning rubber was the way to my sole
    but that was back when city cracks were whole…

    Nowadays you got uncensored talk from cracked asphalt
    with an old ass attitude yelling “Suck my Cock”
    ‘Cause i was there when they assassinated Kennedy
    and i know every friend and enemy
    pouring Hennessy in memory, see

    I remember every step from the man who had a dream
    And i cried rubble tears when his wishes went unseen
    Now i’ve been covered in everything from chlak marks to Kent,Clarks
    felt every blood and tear after gun sparks

    I’ve heard the prayers and last wishes of those near death
    And i’ve held everyone as they took there last breath

    I noticed as a people you are one that is divided
    still you all fell the same a fact that is un-brided
    Mis-guided defeat before a lost cause
    As you all fade away bound by human laws’

    January 29, 2012 at 7:34 pm

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