Respect

These are some thoughts on respect…

You talk too much about this word, respect.
You and your rude boys who run the street,
worried about getting respect in the eyes of your crew,
all the time using, abusing and excusing this notion,

respect.

You see, you neglect to respect those who walk,
on the other side of the street that you run,
you neglect to respect those who stay,
in their houses once the sun has set cos,

of your violent understanding of this term,

respect.

You see, my respect for you is gone,
when you see the street before,
the person who walks the street,
when you respect nothing but respect

You see, my respect for you is gone,
when your drive for respect sees you,
running from  another idiot with a knife
who has no understanding of this term,

respect.

So let me tell you about how I see this word,

respect.

Although it is bounded around on the street,
it starts next to the beat of a man’s heart,
you see it when you look into your own eye,
You see, it’s not about your boys or your crew,

just you.

You see respect in others who walk the street safe,
in the knowledge that their biggest concern is,
they’re latest attempt at some romancing, not,
constantly glancing, at what’s over their shoulder

Most of all though, my respect for you
rests on one simple question,
Can you hold a conversation with my ma,
with out her worrying who the fuck you are?

Cos in the end, it’s as simple as that.

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One response to “Respect

  1. Manjit Suchdev

    Respect is
    A smile in the eyes
    A grin on the face
    of the people I meet
    On the street.
    I am a stranger
    I am not from their town
    Not from their tribe.
    It is respect if they tolerate me
    It is respect if they do not berate me
    Cos disrespect comes from fear
    Fear of the stranger
    Fear of the unknown
    A fear of losing
    You don’t have no fear
    If you don’t have no nothing
    And if you have no fear
    You have respect
    You have everything
    On the street.
    I am a stranger
    I am not from their town
    Not from their tribe.
    It is respect if they tolerate me
    It is respect if they do not berate me
    Cos disrespect comes from fear
    Fear of the stranger
    Fear of the unknown
    A fear of losing
    You don’t have no fear
    If you don’t have no nothing
    And if you have no fear
    You have respect
    You have everything
    It is respect if they tolerate me
    It is respect if they do not berate me
    Cos disrespect comes from fear
    Fear of the stranger
    Fear of the unknown
    A fear of losing
    You don’t have no fear
    If you don’t have no nothing
    And if you have no fear
    You have respect
    You have everything

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