Summer of Pain

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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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Yeah, see summer a little different where I'm from
You can feel the revenge in the air, n*ggas running wild, bitches running wild
Welcome to my city, city of pleasant living but ain't nothing pleasant about this

Summer time shoouts ain’t no mixtape
Before risk bond please get your chips straight
N*ggas dying got the family selling fish plates
Tryna swim with the sharks get yo fins ate
Lil N*gga get yo shit straight 
Right now you looking selfish than a motha fucka
But you a big steppa huh you a gun busta
Big money but can’t help bury your lil brotha huh
But Flashing money on the gram
But When it really count ain’t no money in your hand
Talking bout that action they start busting and you ran
Your n*ggas tryna run the streets You fucking up the plans
Fucking up the bands Tricking on these hoes
That ain’t the code, stop listening to your bro’s
Them bottles in the club could’ve bought your kids clothes
Sucka n*ggas never been 10 toes
Real shit we in a whole different mode
The principles we live by we don’t bend those
I blame your big bros them pussy n*ggas been hoes
Summertime shootouts leave pussy n*ggas cold
Street n*ggas goals Stacked all winter, 
Born a have not but I’mma die winner
Diary of a sinner this my first entry
I'm really with the killas so please dont tempt me

Summertime shootout, n*ggas running wild
Big gun, big choppa, got 100 rounds
Them lil hoes fucking, she gon bust it down
We really getting money, but we'll air it out
Summertime shootout, n*ggas running wild
Big gun, big choppa, got 100 rounds
Them lil hoes fucking, she gon bust it down
We really getting money, but we'll air it out

Real shit my n*gga, some n*ggas ain't gon make it through the summer
Better get your life insurance straight(uh)

Summertime shootout hoes running wild
In the club every night like she ain’t got a child
Baby daddy locked up that pussy getting miles
Heard that pussy good I’m tryna get it now
He owe me for a pack so imma beat her down
She lying to me on the phone like it’s been a while
My n*gga gave the reference say he got the mouth
Say that head good make you wanna stick around
Damn, 4AM we at the liquor house
Big Benz in the front that bitch kitted out
Pistol on my side 30 rounds sticking out
If a n*gga look wrong we gon air it out
Lil nigga big hustle 
In the bay at Sharonda's, she treat me like her brotha
Nawf side legend there will never be another
To set the city on fire and get it off the muscle

Real shit, we the legends of the summer
Shit you know when summertime come around a n*gga like me gon shine
Street n*gga goals for real
Stop fucking with them lil n*ggas
This big boss dog talk my n*gga
North side legend

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