Rock Bottom: A Poem About Life And Death

This poem was written years ago when I was asked by a friend of the family to write a piece that would be befitting of a funeral homegoing. I sat down after a few days and the following poem spilled out. I must warn my audience that this poem was written to relate to those individuals who are involved in dangerously violent activity and a question is asked about change.

The last words of this poem have become a mantra of mine. When people see me they often say this aloud, and it became the name of the open mic that I created/hosted which still bears the same name.

As a side note, I really believe that if drugs were legal, there wouldn’t be a secret society, gangsters would have no reason to be gangsters as they could not “hold down” a particular “hood” instead like all other business people, they would have to be responsible and use their intellect to create reasons for consumers to choose them over the next person.

People in impoverished communities often become riddled with violent behavior as a way of life because of fear; fear of losing although in many situations they feel that they have nothing. Legalizing drugs could actually change the way that people see the “street life” altogether. Some will not want to do it at all, which is a good thing, and others will have to legitimize their businesses which will remove violence.

For those of you who do believe in God from a Christian perspective, I thought about two songs that were released around the time that this poem were written. Please enjoy the music and poetry. Blessings to you. Res

RIP: Jason.. and Justin

Rock Bottom 

We are at War!

Live by da…. (Gun) Die by da… (Gun)

How many brothas fell victim to the streets rest in peace young N*gga there’s a heaven for a G.

We are at War;
War when G’s believe that freedom is after death and their present state of living is not going to effect their destination.

People wanna know how I’m copin-
I don’t know and… it’s just of personal interest, it’s Fam-
It’s like a long distance friendship
My heart just says..Damn

Live by da… (Gun) Die by da…(Gun)

Murder was the case that they gave me.

Yeah, I’d like to pour out liquor for my homey on lock down,
6 feet under, and those watching over me/

We live our lives to the rhythm of gangsta beats
left after bullet shells hit highly concentrated streets

Rock Bottom

It’s hard knocks for those who choose to dodge em’ –
bullets; skulls shattered- left in fragments, an ohm of sadness

Many find gladness in the beef-
It’s like a sickening disease.
Many chief like it’s crack-
fact is there is no ease on disaster;

He’s in the waiting room, praying that we know,
he’s proud and loves us so.

Live by da… (Gun) Die by da…(Gun)

My eyes left white when moments turn between existence and non-
and fear of the news left visions of us gathered together to mourn-

It was like the moment between seeing the child in the crosswalk,
tires screeching and a car horn.
I saw lights.

In the flesh we play God of the pavement-
Injuries; Enslavement to a master not our own.

Front line we stand on to sense the next attack.
We do things that only God can bring back/

We mourn, but somebody will be born again (today I believe),
even if it takes another body bag with a flag drenched in blood to be risen-

For third eyes to influence weak systems about God bodied decisions/

Even if the blood drops into the soil of demons
to make Christ like beings out of the toughest heathens/
I believe

And you can count that on my breathin

you’ll get it- Admit it. Submerge your entire soul in it.
Why wait for another body to be laid to rest.

I see these streets never changing, they will always exist.

But do you really want to be apart of this?

And, if everything were Perfect,
there would be no balance,
but you don’t have to worship violence.

Some of yall get it, and some of you won’t
because the thrill of being evil is much easier
than to address the baggage that some of you tote./

Many of you find it hard to feel emote-
Please- giving change a subtle thought.
You find new leads everyday
to posess new levels of ought.

It’s life that you are numb to-
I’ve been there, it’s cold and unfruitful-
paranoid that everybody will use you./

Live by da…(Gun) Die by da…(Gun)
Murder was the case that they gave me.

But God saved me-

I hit my rock bottom and it was all I needed to change direction.
Take that fake S off yo chest
and let Jason’s legacy be a form of a Resurrection
for the living in death.

You can choose your Rock Bottom to be last Saturday Morning or whenever you heard,
or you can wait til I get a call to write a poem at yo’ funeral.

Now Somebody Say WORD!

Copyright protected By: Ressurrection Graves

About Ressurrection

Ressurrection Graves is a Child Sexual Abuse Grooming Expert and H.E.A.L.E.R. (Healer, Educator, Activist, Life Skills Expert, Empowerment Speaker, Relationship Mentor) Her website reaches readership in 188 countries. She is available for national speaking engagements, radio and television interviews. She can be reached at: 202.717.7377 or send your request to: ressurrection dot wordpress at yahoo dot com or comment on
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