I’m From L.N.G. Part 2

Baltimore City is running out of yellow police tape and chalk making grow men run jumping gates.

DON’T MISS!

If you do…. that’s your ass in a sandwich bag. Toes neatly tagged up by white cold rose men.

THERE WILL NEVER BE A END!

True blue and red, blue and red riding through the hood up beside you. Hungry and blood Thirsty nomes with helpers surrounding you. Taking whatever is reliable. Please… They don’t ask for license and registration. Never run off because they don’t do no chasing.

CAGING INSANITY!

Explaining the other side of what you never see on t.v. Is hard for America to understand. A nine year old boy broke into a house. Stole a gun… Shooting every thing up. The poison they’re feeding yall. They’re feeding us…

DON’T TURN AROUND IN THE DARK!

Anybody on the street asks you a question or has a Hoody on over their heads. Don’t say anything back if they speak. This is my only warning. Mind your own… Keep on going!

THE ENDLESS HUSSLE!

Wet razor blades with crack  cocaine  residues. Chopping away at the eight ball on the glass table. All around…. Gunz are loaded. No Jehovah’s witnesses ever knock on these doors at ten in the morning or closest of closest kin will be morning.

DUSK IS ALWAYS HEAVY! I FEEL SMOTHERED!

Give me some air! All in a plastic bucket. So I can divide it amongst my brothers in company…

Only me…

Only us…

L.N.G………….

K.C. Ain’t In Charge No More…

Jelly fish!

Spineless!

Aquatic!

Always ready to dip…

Bailing on your family…

Bailing on your comrades…

A strawberry has more heart than you!

A creation waisted in his image!

To most!

Lord forgive me…

Your image is a kitten in a bears body!

Dread locks that grow from a cowards falling crown…

When we needed you….

You came around late when you wanted to!

Now tables turn into I told you so…

Know you need us to replenish you whole…

We never showed…

Now you know how it sounds to hear the dial tone!

You Were My #1 Fan…. That Spun Around

Spinning… Spinning… Spinning…

I watched her in my mind and when the moon light shines we will be together again. Views of you spinning in that studio twisting and turning. Leg up in the are then leeping. The rarest pearl in the sea. That I see…

The blinding beauty spinning and spinning then dropping into a slow split now legs looking like the letter I…. You danced for me… Remember… It was in the middle of December. I was your fan and you were my arms to run to

whenever I needed you. I’m sorry! I never thought to myself that you needed me more. My pearl…. Spinning… Spinning… Spinning…

Till a hard combination of drugs spun you till there was no us…

Spinning. …….

 

Them Power Pellets

M. D. M. A.                                                      I need you to take my mind away. I want you to put my mood in a better place. When you don’t hug me with warm and tingles.

I want to kill myself along with the long conversations I had with me. Stay with me Ecstasy! Live in my system forever.

Make endless love in me last. I’ll drink plenty of water. Liquids containing vitimin C.

All to enhance the quality time between you and me. I took you in like my medicine. Leaving me in the room by myself with glasses on at night vibes amazing listening to loud music.

Playing the same song on repeat repetitively. Feeling a inner love like yours is a powerful force field around my anti social. Bunny rabbits like thumper talking softly to a young fawn like Bambi.

That was just those strippers Mandy and sandy. I don’t fucking remember. The broad with the dorsal fin hair style with pink braid extentions.

Trying to get a hold of my lucky charms of all colors and different shapes. If or when you find her. She will be your best date.

Till your decease day. Dating the hating demons dancing around the dark shadows of your room. Do you see them?

Do you!

Way Way Way Out There

Don’t blow my high…                                   “I’m in the zone babeeeeee!”                      Something my older like wise said.         Eyes red…                                                       Glossy like pearl essence.                           Barely even looking at me.                         To get up off the couch.                               He looked like…                                             Well…

Like he needed some help.                         Nah…                                                               Not likely…                                                     He got up off the potato in one sneeze.    I should have known.                                 He’s a soldier just like me.                          He was just high as high can be.              We…..

Don’t blow my high babeeeeee!

This Is All I Have Left In Humanity

Nothing would be more romantically poetic than us dying together.

The suicidal pot wholes of life’s scars we would drop in often.

Digging our own his and hers graves. Laughing… Drinking the sad atmosphere.

Today will be our first day holding hands yet our last day ever seen.

Both being the children of a dead beat happiness that we never saw.

We waited though… waiting and waiting… Mother said he would come back to us some day.

Now adults…

We grew tired of his empty lying promises.

Ridiculed and rejected by all means. By our own friends and families. Till anxiety was more of a reliable friend than he or she ever were.

No one seems to understand you and me. No one understands the true dysfunctional disaster of painful memories that linger.

PLEASE STOP!!!!!

We would often shout left. Then lifting our heads up to see that we are everyone’s none understandable spectacle for consumption criticism unfold.

Some way through our crooked unforgettable past. We managed to find one whole of a half in two different yet comparable paths.

We are truly a complete incomplete match.

It’s very funny to me how I feel like the only way we can truly love each other and be…..

Dirt drops on the one burgandy casket lowering slowly into the atmost-crust.

Ashes to ashes our bodies are now one in the same casket alive holding each other as two under looked so called crazy ones.

I will always be till we cease to breathe. Reappearing in the light wearing all white clean.

I will always be crazy about you and me!

So I guess I am crazy……..

About escape….

 

Yummy…. Yummy…

Sex…

Touching, fealing, tingly, senserly…

This…

Three…

Letter…

Word…

Sex…

Attention, arousing, pleasures protecting the pulsating, sweaty vains wet stains the sheets.

Complete…

Completely…

Completing me as well as our desires…

Kisses all over hot spots with a imprint of lipstick all over the mid six…

Tick… Tock…

The clock has time in it that doesn’t exist.

Tonight…

Till morning bright…

Sex…

Taming the motion in witch way the ocean floats. Hands pressed gently on each other. Moans off what the heart speaks. Making the very sensation breath. Sucking, rubbing, stroking back and forth with light screams melting her sweet ice cream.

Vanilla!

Pulling closer while you push away. Sweat dripping over pointed nipples. Loving the very moment…

Erection… lasting ever… starting to move rapid pulling you back in slow  motion…

Sex…

These three letters are like venom from a cobra…

Please treat these letters with respect to always receive a conjoined explosion…

Time after time…

Focus…

Eyes Rolling back into adrenaline. Snapping back in forth clapping sounds. Round of applause.

For love making…

Sex…

Love…

 

 

Real Gangsta Shit

Spoken from a O.G…..

I’m feed up with all the nonsence. You all need to wise up and have some sense. Not even a half of sense but a whole sense… Leave all this my color your color in the past tense. My block your block needs to stop. The only true enemy we have is the……

Us…

The decedent’s of the Black Panther Party, the Black Liberation Army. Political prisoners standing tall and strong. That’s the type of path we need to be on.

Look…

I’m not trying to preach to you all like Cyrus. This ain’t nomovie yet we are all warriors. We need to get money. Take care of our fellow brothers and sisters. Our beautiful families, community’s and so forth. Breaking us away from a imprisoned mind frame of thought that we live and pay rent in.

I’ve been with the gang since I was 14. I didn’t bang for a fashion statement. I didn’t bang to bring harm to civilians or the so called opposition. I started banging just so I could make a difference. To walk a strait path like the Black Panthers did.

Hey…

I know retaliation is a must. I know your brother took out my cousin. We need to all strengthen our minds and misguided guide lines or we will face internal and external destruction. Extinction as well as others. We must all come together as one of us. Make millions… feed the poor and educate the uneducated children. We must take care of our women or queens and princess… single mothers and our brothers and sisters. Mr and Ms or Mrs…

All this senseless killing has to fucking stop and diminish. To you so called leaders, war chiefs, kings ,almightys, and omegas… to the so called original gangstaz. Folks or Peoples nation. Need to step up and sanction or snatch the flags or stars from there ranks or reputation.

Of the miss guided BGs… to… OYGs… or however yall ranks go…

We need to take a strong stand against the extinction of our loved ones. Black, latino, Hispanic, Asian, poor, whites that are in the same boat as us… color, religion, and gender…. The agenda is to be the majority and not what they call us….. minority’s! So Called……

Let’s teach on another what the true meaning of gang was and is supposed to mean..

Bee…

So stand tall my brothers and sisters. Be gangsta enough to end the madness so we can all come together as one unified while making flags tie together a endeavor.

I have G love for all of you and yours and the future ones who walk through those doors. Let me make this my final call…

Every O.G. step up around the world…

Let’s make it!

I’M FROM L.N.G. PART 1

This ain’t no spelling bee… Spelling my name out of your mouth won’t get you close to me. My history’s consistency started with small timing off of the Avenue.

A collage of car after car started to make me sea sick. Up on Blvd is where the broads never turned off tricks. Prices were negotiated from leaning on the cars window seal then she would hop in.

Quick trips to the liquor store hoping that they don’t close the door.

SHIT!

I’M LATE

Now me and the guys got to pile up in the van on to the other side where the late bar would be still standing. Fast forward to a deadly shotting in front of the late liquor bars doors shutting the bar down for good.

There were more and more and more shoot outs later. Left 75% of my good nature gone up in the gun smoke of my patience. Sometimes I even ended up a hospital patient.

The girls around my way stay in drama. Plotting and scheming on the next man with big dollars. Can’t tell them nothing to save them. They just get angry, causing a scene saying things like “Don’t try to control me”!

Later on seeing her day after day getting lighter and dry coughing more. Now a fighter of H.I.V…. You know…. that house in Virginia. Just to fuck man after man because he has more bandz.

I just could never understand…

If the kids starved. They robbed and stole. As the gotten older they were stronger and boulder. Now all of them on the run from the F.B.I….

You shoot me I shoot you back! The whole neighborhood owned fire for their hands. You could never tell them that black on black crime is foolishness. They ain’t going to sit to death. They ain’t going to die no matter who it is!

Retaliation done took the lives of most groups this year. More R.I.P. tattoo’s this year.

I’M FROM L.N.G.