Death of a Philadelphia Negro
My buddy told me
Death of the Philadelphia Negro
Write a poem bout a Negro
Who wants to die
Live for what
I ain't doing nothing
You doing something
You got projects
I ain't doing shit
Blood clots in my legs
They want to cut
Can't cut
Heart 30%
What about stints in my legs
Doc say
How long will I live
Doc say it's debatable
Depends on you
Can't operate on legs
Heart too weak
What you want to do
I want some liquor and dope
Anything to kill pain in my legs
Doc say you in pretty bad shape
Buddy
One leg is black
May need to cut
How long will I live
Doc don't know
Depends
What you want to do
I'm ready to go
Ain't doing nothing
Doc say you had heart attacks
I ain't felt no heart attack
Don't matter you had 'em
Well so what doc
I'm ready to go home
Eat some mushrooms and
Float like Santa Claus
Join Sun Ra on Jupiter
Ain't nothing happening here
I ain't doing nothing
Why stay
All my friends gone
You bout one or two friends Left buddy tell me
My kids doing they thing
Ain't worried bout me
Worried bout they cars
Mustang BMW Bentley
Don't give a fuck bout me
I'm dead man walking
Let me get in the shower
Put on my clothes jewelry
Go to poker party
8 o'clock
House party
Niggas got everything
Hennessy blunts
Cocaine all over card table
Niggas feeling good
Ain't wearing no stupid ass masks
Let me get to the party
Last Poet's right
Niggas go party bullshit
Party bullshit.
It's strange though
When you know
death is knocking
on your door
You know you got to open door
Let death come in
Sit down at table
But death ain't playing poker!
--MARVIN X
1/21/21