I've come for my money
I want my dough
You haven't paid me yet
So now I must spit this flow.
Why you gotta front
You know I saw you on that corner
rollin' up that blunt.
Ten bucks is what you owe me
I want my ten bucks now
You say you don't know how you'll pay me!
I say you should figure it out how.
That's right I got your Eviction Notice
Damn right Ima cut off your heat
Oh you can't find your furniture
Try lookin' on the street.
Hell, yea, you gonna pay me
My point, you ain't gonna miss
'cause I'll put some lipstick on my fist
and throw you a kiss.
You'll never catch me, pig.
Ima run, son
I will never go down for this gig.
Echoes of the Gat
Cell Door Slams
Criminal in Jail
(Note: In a 30-minute in-class group project, Jennifer Semple Siegel's Introduction to Literature students were asked to rewrite Langston Hughes' 1951 "Ballad of the Landlord" from the landlord's perspective, while attempting to retain the original structure and cadence of the original poem. After reading their poems to the class, the students discussed how the shift in point of view changes the poetic perspective. The class also discussed how attitudes toward African Americans have changed and not changed since 1951.)
LIT160 Introduction to Literature, Spring 2008