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Felipe Luciano

Felipe Luciano (born c. 1947 in East Harlem, New York City, New York,) is an American poet, community activist, journalist, media personality, and politician. He is of Afro-Puerto Rican heritage. His most famous poem is titled Jíbaro, My Pretty N***** (asterisks for internet appropriateness), and is considered an eloquent discussion of the experience of Afro-Puerto Rican identity. Luciano served time in prison for manslaughter in the fatal stabbing of a Brooklyn teenager in the early 1960s. Following his release, he attended Queens College and became a member of the Original Last Poets (with Gylan Kain and David Nelson).He and five other members co-founded a New York branch of the Young Lords (later this group changed its name to Young Lords Party). Their loc… more »

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F*ck n*gga

N*gga no guts no glory
Just another hustlers story
Cracka done kicked the door in found some but aint got no warrant
Car beam on warm
That mean I mean
Talking loud side eye mean wrong
You die that's what type of time we on
Bring cold steel to the dope deal
Coke case they still on my coattail
Somebody got bodied over dope and it's still bullet holes in the walls of the hotel
Ain't nothing but hittas, go gettas, gorillas. dope dealers no friends round here
All day whip yay David Blaine, yup yay disappear around here
Cinnabon drum on the 40
Got it from one of my wodies
Used to be one of my codees
All of my patnas parolees
Money was always the motive
Murder was always the option
Anytime it came to my shit
So I hope you on some ready to die shit

Young n*gga with the bricks, yeah
Really with the shits, yeah
Drum up on the stick get that pussy n*gga hit
100 thousand on the wirst
Public housing as a jit
Fresh up off the lot 0 mileage on the whip

Young n*gga booling macking on jet
I was on the Nawf trapping in the jects
N*gga say he want raw that’s a bet
Whipping soft and the hard still wet
Big choppas AR’s and the techs
Get a n*gga knocked off with a text
Do a 100 in a trap no sweat
I be all up in saks with a check
Gucci Louis prada kappa on sweats
F*ck a n*gga bitch and her best friend next
Got my thumb in her ass while she throwing that neck
I just might come put your hoe on a jet
Oh
She know I’m a sucka for head
No, bitch I’m sucka for bread
A nigga play with it he dead
Pull up in foreigns on clegg
I’m on the nut going fed
Slept with a gun in the bed
Know I kept one in the head
And I do not aim at the legs
Stick talk, brick talk, n*gga whip soft
100 thou that’s a whip and wrist talk
Don’t mention my name if you get caught
Stay solid come home you’ll get raw

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