The Mic Sean Collection

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CONTENTS

The Mic Sean Collection

About the Author

Acknowledgments

It’s Wild Where I live

Self-Hate

Bad Decisions

When I feel Like Giving Up

Break The Cycle

Only The Strong Survive (Part 1)

For My Mother

You Only Live Once

Am I Black Enough For You?

When I Go

Struggling

The Truth

Corrupted Minds

Get Right With God

Consequences From Actions

Survival Of The Fittest

The “Man”

Moral Decay

Only The Strong Survive (Part 2)

The Victim

Lost And Confused

Keeping The Faith

The Truth Can Hurt

Real Talk

After My Death

The Past & The Future

About the Author

De’Sean Anderson received his undergraduate degree from Alabama A&M University and an MBA from Strayer University.   His passion for writing started at a very young age.  He began writing songs and recording while at Alabama A&M University going by the name of Mic Sean.  He lives in Huntsville, AL with his wife Jamelia Anderson and three children. 

“If you can control a man's thinking you do not have to worry about his action. When you determine what a man shall think you do not have to concern yourself about what he will do. If you make a man feel that he is inferior, you do not have to compel him to accept an inferior status, for he will seek it himself. If you make a man think that he is justly an outcast, you do not have to order him to the back door. He will go without being told; and if there is no back door, his very nature will demand one.”

Carter G. Woodson

Acknowledgments

A special thanks to those of you who have taken the time to read my work.  Your purchase is appreciated.  Hopefully this collection of poems will inspire and uplift you, your friends and family members that you share them with.  

It’s Wild Where I live

It’s wild where I live, most of the males have been to jail and done bids, a lot of teenage girls already have multiple kids.  It’s wild where I live, Dominoes won’t deliver if you order a pizza and witnesses to crimes always seem to get amnesia.  It’s wild where I live, multiple daily shootings at times, a child’s only access to the Internet is the public library and it closes at 5.  They charge and hourly rate and you can lose book check out privileges for a month if you’re one day late.  It’s wild where I live, Police are always around but nowhere to be found when the shooting goes down.  It’s wild where I live, nobody that looks like me owns any businesses, and outsiders take their sacks of money back to their communities once the day finishes.  It’s wild where I live, my grandma’s Church is across from a crack house and the Pastor is a fraud paying parishioners to pass out.  He doesn’t even live in this zip code.  ATM machine in the Church, I call him Reverend Do Wrong.  It’s wild where I live, violence is at an all time high and the drug dealers seem to have an unlimited supply.  It’s wild where I live, that’s why I’m joining the military.  My mother is upset with my decision.  Even though she had decades to get us out of this condition.  There may come a time when I’ll have to stand and fight.  I’ll be ready because I’ve been ducking and dodging bullets my whole life.  It’s wild where I live. 

Self-Hate

Darky, Charcoal, Midnight, Blackie & Smoke

Are derogatory names used to tear down Black Folk

Coon, Sambo, Moonshine, and many others

Were White Supremacist words now used by Sistas & Brothas

We have adopted the role of the evil aggressor

Taking on the same characteristics of the so-called oppressor

We’ve evolved into our own worst enemy indirectly

Accusing each other of sounding “White” when speaking correctly

The way we behave sometimes resembles savages

The only ethnic group to take a racist word, and repackage it

Claim that it’s a badge of honor but Whites better not say it

What if a person is half-white, can they partially getaway with it?

Some are called sell-outs for enjoying life’s rewards

The ones that exhibit true Self-Hate receive Image Awards

Illogical, comical, hilarious, straight insanity

A mother filming her son encouraging the use of profanity

We think its funny, she does it for the views and likes

Who taught us to hate ourselves? How long can we blame Whites?

Bad Decisions

I remember my high school days and how I used to joke and clown

Acting out to release frustration, my dad never came around

My two younger brothers and I, with our grandparents we stayed

Mom was still trying to kick it, wanting to do her own thang

But she loved us I can never say that she didn’t

When it came to discipline, grandpa new how to pick switches

Thanks to grandparents we had a good upbringing, no struggling

Both younger brothers finished college; I got a degree in hustling

My crew was the wild bunch, full of tattoos and gold fronts

We lived by the street code, never rat when you get in a crunch

Now I’m sitting in this cell, for killing one of my own

I’m doing 30 years to life, it doesn’t look like I’ll ever see home

All those nights I used to cruise down the block, on 26’s no stock

I thought I was intelligent, but I never connected the dots

I’m responsible for my choices; I didn’t make them for survival

Mom was in the courtroom crying, Grandma clutching her Bible

This is the new reality for me, so I’m giving you the preview

I got plenty of time to let you into my world…to be continued

When I feel Like Giving Up

When I feel like giving up I look to Christ

Praying for a better life every day and night

Giving thanks to the Lord for every move

A man once complained that he didn’t have shoes

Until he met a man who didn’t have any feet

These words come from my heart every time I speak

I have to hold it down I have to represent

I’m going to hold it down, I’m going to represent

For the people who fall through the cracks

I dedicated this message for those who lack

The spiritual guidance that one must need

In this cold hearted world if they want to succeed

Look at me? I’m not exactly Mr. Perfect

He sacrificed his life so I’m going to show him I was worth it

My main purpose in this life is to live it up

I’m going to always look to the Bible when I feel like Giving Up

Break The Cycle

The ones that act "hard" because they aim and squeeze the snub

Are the same ones who cry like punks when they see the Judge

20 years to life in the penitentiary behind cold bars

Will do a lot of damage and leave negative generational scars

Too many black men are locked away from their daughters & sons

If a boy sees no positive role model, how can he become one?

Our girls are surrounded everyday by ratchet behavior

How would be if they were exposed to our Lord & Savior?

We have to set the example and spend time with our youth

The Bible states, "A good tree cannot bear bad fruit"

Let's break the cycle and change the mind state that we have

Women should strive to be better mothers and the men better dads

We have to admit that there's a problem, move towards a solution

Come together with a well thought out plan to eliminate confusion

It's a tough road leading to a towering hill to climb

The impossible can become possible with God on our Side

Only The Strong Survive (Part 1)

Life is hard only the strong survive
Weak ones try to get by and the cowards they die
They lose their lives way before head stones
Sell their souls to Satan for a couple of Popeye bones
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees
I'd rather work to death, than die over ‘keys’
Support your kids by any means, get yours then get out
We’ve seen too many brothers go down for the count
I know its hard out there but you have to maintain
People waste their whole lives chasing fortune and fame
Life is hard and only the strong survive
Sometimes you to do what you have to do, swallow your pride

For My Mother

I can't tell you enough how much I love you as we put you to rest

So a loss like this makes it so much harder to accept

Daughters should be blessed with a mother that loves them

Especially when they place no one above them

As I look at my children I see you in their eyes

So I know your kind spirit is with them as they live out their lives

Since the beginning of my time you were with me from the start

And your presence will forever consume a large part of my heart

Love Tina

You Only Live Once

A wise man told me that we’re living to die

When I looked in his eyes I seen no lie

I didn’t even try disputing the notion

The knowledge he spoke forced my mind to be opened

I realized that dying was apart of life

I only have a short time to get things right

So while I’m here, I have to give my best

Because there's no way that I can cheat death

No time to be stressed, I'm so blessed

Have to keep grinding until there's no time left

Until my last breath I will keep flowing

Until my heart gives out I will keep going

Love for my people I will keep showing

As a child of God I will keep growing

Live everyday like the last of your life

And one of these days you'll be right

Am I Black Enough For You?

Are you ready for mind stimulation?

By a man with a college education?

I may not act as ‘hood’ as you do

But I know more about our history than you do

You’re the type to buy a new set of rims

Before you get braces for your own kids

You're just another ignorant ‘nigga’

Who thinks they’ve made it because they make six figures

I'm culturally richer, what have you done lately?

Besides dissing women and neglecting your babies

You ‘men’ are crazy, plus you’re lazy

All that ‘hood’ talk doesn’t even faze me

You want to get my attention? Then put down your toys

Read Soul's of Black Folks by W.E.B Dubois

Don’t hate because I'm driven and confident

Trying to make sure that we get black monuments

It’s not about acting black or white

It’s about doing what’s right

When I Go

I hope that when I go my family is straight

Won’t have to worry about money everything will be great

My wife won’t have to work and bust her ass

And my kid's school tuition all paid in cash

Don't have to stress over a house or a car note

No bumps on the road of life they can just coast

That’s why while I'm here I get my pray up

Because I know that one-day I won’t wake up

Struggling

Life can be depressing, can have us all stressing

So I count my blessings, God sent me a message

He told me to keep my head up, even though I’ve messed up

Pride won’t let me give up, spent my last ten bucks

What am I going to do? Picture you in my shoes?

What would you do if you’re baby doesn’t have food?

What should I do?

Should I get on my grind?

Or take the chance of getting caught then doing some time?

Options, I don’t have many, family I don’t have any

Craving for a glass of Remy, victims, I see plenty

McDonald’s isn’t hiring and Wendy’s started firing

Plotting can be tiring I’m starting to hear sirens

Please, Lord give me a sign

God, I don’t want to do time

I’ll swallow my pride before I go out there and commit a crime

The Truth

Those who claim to keep it real can't handle the truth

Feelings at the end of this poem might be the living proof

Violence in the community, we should all want it to stop

Our lives seem to only have value when taken by cops

So many black on black murders with no vigils

When whites kill blacks we're so hypocritical

Locking arms, swaying side-to-side, singing we shall overcome

Using these old school tactics will never get things done

Much of the issues are because of us not because of racists

Black women lead the nation in new HIV cases

Can we blame that on slavery? Or is it self-inflicted?

We have to take responsibility the blame can no longer be shifted

From it’s conception American slavery was founded on economics

The transatlantic slave trade gave Africans huge profits

One of the major problems we have is our lack of respect

In order for us to progress there are inconvenient truths to accept

Corrupted Minds

They have everybody fooled

All these kids are dropping out of high school

Thinking life is sweet but it’s such a shame

Simple and Plain we have parents to blame

Society is messed up, its time to step up

If you want to live foul then I wish you best of luck

It’s only a matter of time after you get on your grind

Get caught for a crime and you’ll be doing some time

Behind bars or in a grave yard

Life is hard so I keep my head to the stars

Praying for myself and praying for the people

This is only the beginning far from the sequel

Get Right With God

Even though I don’t attend like I should

Some church folks wouldn’t love God like I do if they could

See it’s all about what you do outside of those church walls

People want to do right all of sudden when death calls

But it’s too late, didn’t have faith and you showed it

Sold your soul to Satan and you didn’t even know it

Lord knows that Hell isn’t the place for me

So I go through life living righteously

I would like to see more positive things done

Greed brings violence, and violence means guns

Poverty bring drugs and drugs brings thugs

Some thugs commit murders and we lose more sons

Consequences From Actions

Brothers point the finger when they should be blaming themselves

It was you that squeezed that trigger, now you’re sitting in jail

How are you going to take a man from his family?

Because you were scared to fight and acted cowardly

And you Brothers pushing poison, that’s just as bad

Keep on grinding for your kids and they won’t have dads

Everybody doesn’t have to go to school to make it

You have to crawl before you walk, so be patient

Wasting time? No, you’re just being smart

A man doing the right thing shows a lot of heart

Brothers trying to be Tony Montana with their lives

Get the same treatment as him when they die

If you got a gun Brother what are you going to do?

If you live by the gun you will die by it too

Survival Of The Fittest

Its Survival of the fittest, the toughest the roughest

I want to drive a Mercedes Benz and not an 85 cutlass

So I budget right now stack my chips

Forget rent I want a house with a picket fence

I want to live the good life with a good wife

Go to the store and buy what I like

But I can’t do that if I sit on my ass

Waiting for the government to send me some cash

I have to be a man and put my life in my own hands

See me building a home on my land

You have to crawl before you walk set some goals

Life is way too short look up and you’re old

The “Man”

He used to be the man, many chicks in route

Had a really nice car, a lot of ‘juice’ and clout

Everybody in the hood knew who he was

He went to clubs in the city and received nothing but love

Sold drugs but never really had to hustle

Mean “mugs” would get him in a lot of scuffles

Described as a “player” different women every night

Some black some white none he ever really liked

He was 27 but had a taste for ‘younglings’

Pulled up in a Benz see the teenagers coming

Slipped up and sexed a chick with H.I.V

Sold poison to his people see him D.I.E

The moral of the story is you reap what you sew

And you never really know when it’s your time to go

So you have to live right and have do right

Need to pray ever night and live Christ like!

Moral Decay

My purpose in life is to be a leader

Forget drugs I’d rather be a knowledge dealer

My community really needs a make over

Instead of homes we’d rather invest in range rovers

Mentally enslaved, we have our brains shackled

You can never win a war from just one battle

You have to do it by accumulation we’re facing mutilation

It isn’t from them hating, It’s from the route we’re taking

It’s like we’re all racing, but last place we’re taking

We’re like crabs in a barrel and that’s the dead truth

They say you aren’t ‘Real’ if the ‘Streets’ don’t feel you

But I’m going make them listen, that’s my main mission

Forget prison, I’d rather pay tuition

Never stagnant we have to keep it moving

What are we proving with all of this evil we’re doing?

Only The Strong Survive (Part 2)

Anything easy isn’t worth doing
Because when you do it then what are you proving?

Hate to sound like a preacher but many need to hear this

A lot of brothers running around ‘Lit’ like they’re fearless

Watching rap videos, like that’s realness
Watching gangsta movies now they want to fill clips

We have to let the youngsters know that there’s more to life

Than ratchet women, rims, and chains of ice
Cars and clothes depreciate in value 
In life you’re only going to have what the lord allows you

Plus, life is what you make it so stay focused
A lot of people still trying to keep up wit the Joneses

Live within your means, or your bound to struggle

Your life is your business so don’t get hustled

The Victim

Personal responsibility and accountability we sometimes Lack

We can't always play the victim role just because we're black

That's the easy road due to our built up frustration

In many cases we're co-conspirators of our own degradation

It is true that we don't own many planes or boats

But at the end of the day it's one's personal choice to slang coke

We've gone astray from the things that made our community great

The incarceration population is linked to high school drop out rates

We must break the cycle of self-hate and community pillage

To raise productive young people it's still going to take a village

We must be Pro-Education because without it leads to poverty

Lets remove us from the pitfalls of Victim-ology

The vast majority of us consider ourselves Christian individuals

Yet too many in our every day lives fail to apply God's principles

Lets encourage each other, success we can all reach it

Even the crabs that escape from the barrel eventually get eaten

Lost And Confused

Lost and confused was this young dude

Thought he was too cool to finish school

Dropped out the 8th grade he should’ve stayed

Hardheaded and figured he had to get paid

Positive Role models he didn’t have none

The men he looked up to wanted to blast guns

Or were into drugs and some were locked up

A couple had a few young girls knocked up

He thought that was the way of the world

So by the age of 16 he had a baby girl

His path of manhood went straight through Rikers

At the age of 22 he shared cells with lifers

Got out at 28 on the block that’s old

He wasn’t ready for the world to be so cold

Can somebody help him? He needs direction

At 29 years old its time for progression

Keeping The Faith

Ashes to Ashes and dust to dust

Success is a must in God I trust

In this world of lust our worst enemy is us

When we fight and fuss and get mad and cuss

Life is tough because the world is rough

But we can’t give up, we just can’t give up

We Have to keep the wheels turning, keep the fire burning

Never stop learning and never stop yearning

For a better way, life is a maze

Wishing for brighter days, I give praise

To my lord and Savior, Yeshua Ben

And Yahweh, the one who fathered him

I know it bothers them to see me blessed

Evil men in this world want to see me stressed

They want to see me lose faith, see my spirit break

But I will keep persevering no matter the stakes

The Truth Can Hurt

I used to want to be like Andre Rison

Now I want to teach like Michael Eric Dyson

With this platform my purpose is to educate

Keep climbing and try not to procrastinate

There’s no debate that some lack common sense

And what I’m building some want to topple it

They say I’m arrogant because I went to college

But that doesn’t mean I’m smarter I just invested in knowledge

I say I’m misunderstood because I’m not “Hood”

Since when has representing ignorance ever been good?

I’m going to keep it real and show you how sad it gets

I see more rims in the hood than high school graduates

We shall over come? We haven’t overcame it

The way we think as a people let’s change it

Let’s face it, we’re in a state of emergency

You think you made it because you have a little currency?

Real Talk

What’s my purpose in life? Is it to become a banger?

Or is to become an ordinary knowledge ‘slanger’?

I’m filled with anger I can’t understand the ignorance

Can't believe what I see its ridiculous

These predicaments we get in are nonsense

Sometimes I wonder if we're using our conscience

Twisted Logic, we’re not thinking straight

‘Tight Whips’ and ‘Big Chains’, thinking life's great

But it isn’t, we’re still shackled mentally

Even though we’re not chained down physically

Chemically, we’re killing ourselves

Because drugs and alcohol destroy our health

As a people, we have a long way to go

We always hate, we never say “way to go!”

Black, White, Latin, Asian, we’re all a team

Everybody was in Martin Luther King’s Dream

After My Death

I wonder how it’s going to be when I'm not here?

How's life going to be for those I hold dear?

Will my haters toast it up and say cheers?

Will people forget me in a couple years?

But my worst fear is for my kids and wife

That another man comes and doesn’t treat them right

Everything is in God's hands so I'm fortunate

But we all played a part in the course we went

They say the path less traveled is the hardest

Regardless, I will choose the smartest

I’ve seen a lot of folks go down the wrong road

Seen more trade their souls for fool’s gold

I hope and I pray when my day comes

That I'm forgiven for the sins I've done

One of these mornings it wont be long

I'm on my way to heaven I'm coming home

The Past & The Future

In order to know where you’re headed, learn from the past

Plan for tomorrow, and make sure what you build will last

Everything at first sight isn’t always what it seems

We all have to dream like Martin Luther King

There will be times of discouragement, fear and stress

But always fight for human rights like Malcolm X

Marcus Garvey and Dubois didn’t always see eye to eye

Both wanted the best for their people their hardest they tried

Booker T. Washington was a slave before Emancipation

Encouraged his people to do for self and set a foundation

Through agriculture and education he came Up From Slavery

The 54th Massachusetts, and Tuskegee Airman displayed bravery

Buffalo Soldiers, Harlem Hell Fighters and the 5th Colored Calvary

Showed they were capable on the battlefield and fought valiantly
In order to know where you’re headed, learn from the past

Teach the leaders of tomorrow and what you build will last

“Never abandon your vision.  Keep reaching to further your dreams.”

Benjamin Banneker