pay homage to miguel pinero-poem inspires me

right before i die
I want to climb up on a
dwelling tenement sky
to clear my lungs, exhale my thoughts until
I cry
then have my ashes scatter
smothering the boogie down bronx (where i'm from)

So let me recite my poem tonight
let me feel out of sight
and let all eyes be wide open in witnessing what i just said
when they scatter my ashes 
smothering the same borough where it all started in the bronx

From 135th and alexander to 241st and Wakefield
from willis ave all the way to the white plains road so it doesn't cross that border to yonkers
here the hustlers & degernates meet
the hood rats & freaks will all get high
on my ashes that have been scattered
thru the boogie down bronx

There's no other place where i want to be other than where i'm from
there's no other place that I can see
there's no other place around that
brings you up or keeps you down
no food, cracked windows, homeless pets
old school throwback cars, fanciful clothes living in the same hood
make my spirits fly
with my ashes scattered, smothering the boogie down bronx

A thief, a lowlife I was
committed every known sin that existed
Jews and Gentiles . . . Bums & Men
of style . . . kids who are runaways, getting away from all sorts of chaos
police shooting wild like cowboys in the west trigger happy with  no hesistation
mothers pushing strollers with no baby . . . pushing a different weight
making sales . . . dope dealers
& cocaine inhalers . . . smoking pot
streets are hot & feed off those who bleed to death . . .

all that's true
believe me when i say it's true
yo, it's true
i don't have time to lie
when I ask that my ashes be scattered, smothering the boogie down bronx

So here I am, take one good look at me
I stand proud right before your eyes
pleased to be from the bronx
a street fighting man
ongoing problems with no solution
I am the Philosopher of the Criminal Mind
a dweller behind the walls writing my story
a cancer of Rockefeller's ghettocide
this concrete tomb is my home
in order to survive, got to have the heart
you can't be shy less without request
someone will scatter your ashes smothering the bronx with your legacy

I don't wanna be buried in Puerto Rico, i wasn't even born there
I don't wanna rest in a cemetary with other killers
I wanna be near the stabbing shooting
undenying fighting & unnatural dying
new birth crying, uttering sounds fading
so please when I die . . .
don't take me far from where i'm at
i just want to take one more trip around the bronx
take my ashes and scatter them, smothering the boogie down bronx with my name custom made in script.