Diamonds in the Mud
I was born and bred in the notorious blocks of the Concourse, where laundry hangs on windows and fire escapes. The block is filled with barbeque parties and dice games. Hot summer evenings were the closest we'd ever get to stargazing.
My Bronx Boys on the Block,
I’m sorry that life is so cruel, brothers getting shot, and all you can do is watch.
“Why are you always so paranoid?” Their words speak ignorance because they don’t know that any day you could get knocked
By someone who could easily decide to play roulette, and end your life with a glock.
With the world how it is
It’s normal for mothers and fathers to be stressing about burying their kids.
Shooting games - we see it in live action.
Losing our Bronx Boys, my world feels like it's crashing.
But I breathe. I can’t panic,
For I gotta be brave cause bad things always happen.
So we become desensitized.
Can’t even look at our eyes.
For we have seen too much.
So our heart turns numb and we live out of touch.
My Bronx Boys on the block,
I know it’s easy to get lost in the madness.
Devante Lane, it only took a shot to the head for you to vanish.
I start to wonder, when the world we live in will stop being so evil
I know my words may not be enough
The deaths of our Bronx Boys may not stop.
But the universe knows far more than we do.
My Bronx Boys gave me hope when I thought it was over,
So I’m doing this for them, to look forward to something than to look over-
Every ray of sunlight was sacred as if the sun would sleep the next day forever.
The boys all burst out laughing. Their energy poured out like the water from the pompa. The heatwaves invite rest and ease, but for my Bronx Boys, they saw a future beyond the overseas of the streets.
What would the Bronx be without the Diamonds it has raised in red brick apartment buildings and corner store delis? Even the streetlights would call for them to return—resilience with an eternal hustle.
We live life in survival mode, spreading fear because death is always near. Our sight is blind, money's tight, soul and blood in a turmoil. But the block loves you back, carries on your legacy. Hands shake, hearts awake, humble spirit, this is life for Diamonds in the Mud.