This is my first spoken...hope you like it.
I’m from a place you wouldn’t believe.
The colour of my skin alone would have you see me
In some nicer streets where white people all spit niceties
over a cuppa tea.
But in reality…
I’m from them mean streets. The Mangere East streets.
‘Where beat-down housing is cheap’ streets.
The dogs look tough like the kids holding the leash streets.
But these streets were home.
There’s no mall here. No surf shop, coffee shops or clothing here…
Just a library, a supermarket and a takeaway there…
In fact, there’s a takeaway on every corner here.
A place where it’s a fine line between looking at someone and looking at someone
Because if you look up, and catch an eye
You better look away…or you could get beat down
My high school has locked gates on it now
It never used to…
It’s dangerous now, cliques and gangs of youths use it to show and prove who the baddest school is
Say you are and you’re in for it now…
The depot is the hangout.
Where, after school you’d be, waiting for PT, but it’s no place you’d wanna hang ‘round
The Streetfighters on and away from the Arcade people who have really been down
Lookin’ for fights and a quick smack down...
Kids wander aimlessly wondering what their places be
In the scheme of things, their faces forgotten and lost,
It’s the cost of living that wannabe gang life
Where the brotherhood promises you a life from crime
Don’t do 9 to 5 hang with us …and you’ll shine
A quick walk through the Jake the Musses (1.), the taunts and cusses from kids on busses
While a complacent Government wonders what all the fuss is…
They don’t care…
Dogs with big collars bark through bigger gritted teeth held back by a piece of leather.
Men with knives and guns walk the hood and fight over who reps it better.
A mixture of scarred faces and exquisite life stories told through black ink on brown skin
An unbroken code followed to the letter.
The things I've seen...
But if you look harder, past the grit and the crime you’ll find the colour.
Not the reds and blues, or black rags that the youths use to define them
But real colour…
Hardworking communities, parents, schools, churches reciting scriptures
that pull them all together and mix these colours to paint a better picture.
Laughter and spirit lives here...
Music and liveliness, vibrancy at its finest
We may not have fine dining but a sense of pride will always shine here...
These streets shaped me. Shaped my way of life.
Taught me to be vigilant.
And while the rest of Auckland sits around and thinks, that the South-side is a sinking ship...
Come take a look around here. All life is here.
My heart is here.
You can, stay shopping on the north, or sit by the beach on the east
Or smoke with the best out on that west side
But we in the south, we stay unbroken.
The unspoken resilience will always shine through.
And perhaps, one day, we’ll change your point of view.
1. = Jake the Muss was a character from Once Were Warriors which was filmed in my neighbourhood.
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...-truth-in-lies
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...1-My-Innocence