01-12-2018, 04:04 PM
Before you read the poem I just want to provide a little background. I'm more into rap than poetry but I've been getting into writing poems to improve my skills as a rapper. I don't want to rap for money or to be an entertainer, I want to shed light on some issues that plague the American south that have drastically affected myself, my community and many others in this region. Nobody is really talking about this stuff and I just want to do something to bring attention to it which is why I've been trying to get better at writing. This is just a little poem I wrote to talk about a major issue in my hometown.
Bowling Green's Underbelly
The odor of burning marijuana reeks from a room at the Days Inn
Two cops were on the scene, pure coincidence
They knock on the door,
"Who is it?"
"It's the Bowling Green Police on a routine visit"
No reply, only a quiet "hush"
Followed by the sound of a toilet flush
Now the door opens,
It ain't hard to tell what they been smoking,
But that ain't all, something's odd
A suspicious bag gave em probable cause
The cops bust in, what'ya know?
Looked under the bed and found a bag of coke
Now in the nightstand, they found a stash of heroin
I ain't spitting fiction, Read this in the Daily News
Only last weekend
I bet you think it's an isolated incident,
But pay attention and the issue's evident
Underneath the guise of regularity,
Bowling Green has a side that I find scary
Every day more drugs pass through
It's like an epidemic
Heroin is spreading like the common flu
I know this for a fact,
Just six years ago I lived with my mom,
and she was addicted to crack
Yet there's rarely an arrest
Man, are the cops taking a rest?
Off the top of my head
There were about 8 bank robberies last year
All of em unsolved, do ya'll even want my respect?
This town may not have a ghetto
But drugs and violence are here, it shows
Everybody can keep living blind,
Act like your problems aren't mine,
But this has gone on too long and it's just a matter of time
Before more of em wise up and realize
Bowling Green, Ky is a low life's paradise
Bowling Green's Underbelly
The odor of burning marijuana reeks from a room at the Days Inn
Two cops were on the scene, pure coincidence
They knock on the door,
"Who is it?"
"It's the Bowling Green Police on a routine visit"
No reply, only a quiet "hush"
Followed by the sound of a toilet flush
Now the door opens,
It ain't hard to tell what they been smoking,
But that ain't all, something's odd
A suspicious bag gave em probable cause
The cops bust in, what'ya know?
Looked under the bed and found a bag of coke
Now in the nightstand, they found a stash of heroin
I ain't spitting fiction, Read this in the Daily News
Only last weekend
I bet you think it's an isolated incident,
But pay attention and the issue's evident
Underneath the guise of regularity,
Bowling Green has a side that I find scary
Every day more drugs pass through
It's like an epidemic
Heroin is spreading like the common flu
I know this for a fact,
Just six years ago I lived with my mom,
and she was addicted to crack
Yet there's rarely an arrest
Man, are the cops taking a rest?
Off the top of my head
There were about 8 bank robberies last year
All of em unsolved, do ya'll even want my respect?
This town may not have a ghetto
But drugs and violence are here, it shows
Everybody can keep living blind,
Act like your problems aren't mine,
But this has gone on too long and it's just a matter of time
Before more of em wise up and realize
Bowling Green, Ky is a low life's paradise