Why do you always fall for the same ones?Don’t you know he will break your heart again? Would you be willing to bet on a man like me and win? I promise you I’m different.

I’m nothing like him see my heart pumps blood thick warm dark crimson and he bleeds wild berry cool aid so whats understood don’t need to be explained. Try me miss, please I’m telling you I’m different.

He’s always in a rush with you. I’d rather take my time with you and get to know you, listen to you bare all your worries and problems. Listen… I know all about hardships that dock and don’t leave. I’m tough and rough but Ill still be submissive to your every need.

Miss please don’t make all the same mistakes because hes got a nice car and his bank is full and hes well educated. So what!

I’ve got a plethora of hope and faith in me and a old prison I.D. but all that means is I know where I’m going and where I want to be. Please put your trust in me.

I’m telling you miss I can treat you better than him and don’t over look me because they wont give me a job and I have PTSD. That just means I need someone like you to really love me.

Excuse me but am i odd to you because i’d rather wait for marriage to make love to you. Im serious because to me sex is overrated if your love for him isn’t true.

True love! I can take you there and elevate you there. To the whistling clouds of the ninth sky level. Hes always lying and cheating yet you still stay by his very side.

I really hate that! Why do you do this to yourself? I’m not perfect but i can hold your hand in public and show you all of my affection better than him.

Open your ears and listen to me please. Just try someone you never expected like me I will be your oak tree standing tall and full of life. I will show you I love you and that I care.

Please miss don’t over look this potential because you’ll never no what you’ll be missing and all this love you could be getting.

Don’t over look me.


I grew up on the burning side of the city, where hollow point bullets took more souls then holocaust victims. God rest their souls. Hey kids there’s a new trend that’s going on its called black on black crime. I know why but I don’t have all the answers. Police officers using P.O.W. style war tactic’s on impoverished civilians hopping out their cars on us and killing and quarantining our children while tensions are building.

I still live though I know that death waits for me on every corner and alleyway and In vacant buildings. I still survive knowing that sometimes I pray for help even though I think god isn’t listening. Drugs of all sorts and cars of all sports. Our women are forced to sell their souls for nourishment for their children and the men just disrespect them for reasons I will not mention.

I’m just saying… Ain’t no love in these children and that’s why they off killing. I feel them, and all their pain spills on the pavement. I witnessed junkies get clean in prison and come home an make millions off of John Dillinger’s occupation. My city, my hood and my life sometimes its the only way.

Death before dishonor. Hell on earth and we sip forty ounces with leather base ball gloves on. Marijuana in our systems and prescription pain killers in our blood stream just to escape harsh reality even for a moment. Please forgive us, for it was never the life we choose we just inherited the skull and bones an broken homes and a culture we will never truly know.

No love at all. Someone please help save our souls!

Help me!

Save me!

Love me! For who I am.

To The Disgraceful And Unfaithful Fathers Of The Unwanted

This one here is for all the good single mothers I appreciate your true strength. I love you all!

That man…. The man that helped in creating the child that you both received. He left you to take care of all their needs. To you so called men. You are all just boys in a playpen. Trying to make your way in her life with fake words of love. You got you chance in and didn’t use a glove. When you’ve entered the womb it was her special and sacred place she gave to you. She thought you would be the man to stay and rule. You two faced rat! With spoken words of lust to cheat the game of life. Manipulating her to give it up. You foolish human with all the traits of satanic tendencies. You turn Eve against man. Leaving a good man with no chance of ever wooing her no matter how much you’re real with her.

You have to understand her mental pain and scares. The boot prints left behind that ran out on her relive a bad past. Making her challenge her worth and place in earth. Thanks a lot to the cowards that turn women off to a real start. With a man who wants a real commitment. A man that will be there and love his women and child with with imperial care. To the mothers and the mothers of fatherless sons and daughters. The ones that were created with no bother. Left to the beautiful and strong mothers to raise them. She loves them and will put nothing above them.

The most beautiful creation in the world is life. He took it for granted. Left y’all alone and stranded. One of the worst things in a kids eyes is when they see another kid with both parents.


You poor excuse made in God’s imsge. Tarnishing the minds of women. Running out on his own damn children. You fucking discuss me! Do you know that the almighty can see. So I sit here giving my high praises to all the mothers. The single parents. The true worriers of our creation. Taking us and raising us from babies to adults. Disppite our emotional handy caps.


Oh ya! To the little boys who call yourself men. Ya I’m talking to you!!! If you want my address I’ll kindly give it to you. If you gain the courage to show ya face to plea your case. I’ll personally beat the taste and cave ya face leaving shattered in all places. That’s even if you can make it on my block without some kid carjacking you or shooting you at point blank. Fuck you and all your excuses your a disgrace.

For real thought! If you want my info. Go to my contacts and email me and I’ll give you my where abouts. By the way… I’m a real man and if you go throuh my directions and actually meet me. I’ll play far…. That’s my word….

I’m not joking or playing so contact me I you dare.

Desirable Words Of A Queen


She undressed me with her words. I put my hands around her curves. I never felt vibration like this. Murder me by smothering me with your attention and love. She wispered to me… “Take off your latex gloves and touch me in ways that my mind can never comprehend.”

Shut the blinds of your last encounters. I promise you will never feel love so deep within you. I can go deeper if you want me to… The magic… We are compatible in different time zones. I can hear your voice. I can feel them moist lips kissing my chest leaving wet imprints just above where my heart beats for you. The Crazy thing was that you were never in my presence. You were never even there nor have we met in person. Magic!

Your word alone made love to me…


A Rose Blooms From A Glass Of Chardonnay


You’ve baked brownies laced with the taste of love.

You’ve kept the temp right always between us.

A tug of war with who adores who more.

So I did the dishes and you dried them off.

I see the twinkle in your eyes bating your lashes.

We moved closer and closer with lip locking magic.

The feeling I got was instant like a hot bowl of beef ramen.

I instantly insisted that I already knew what was next.

Oh…. I was wrong…

You stopped what you were doing and reached into the fridge to grab a can of whipped cream.

You turned around bright eyed with a smile and ran up the stairs like this was a dare.

The truth that I follow behind was a trail of your clothes that hit every three steps.

Your bra at the top of the stairs was the last clue prepared.

I opened up the slightly cracked door to her you softly day come on.

Ive never seen a human ice cream Sunday pretty pleased with two cherries on top.

Pretty please…

Pretty please…

I didn’t even matter that she got her cream all on my new sheets.

Didin’t come out of the can though…


Warning A Uncontrollable Angry Mouth Peace Is Swearing And Using Bad Grammar

I once looked up to you like you were a giant. I never would have known that you would turnstile like this…

Fuck is you talkin bout!

O.G. of what?!

Motha fucka you is a bitch and a petty thief. You is a grown ass man and if you stood on a skyscraper you couldn’t stand taller den me. You couldn’t go harder den me Its a damn shame you use to be a fatha to me. You got a excellent family but you’re fucken selfish. Your  own kids want you delt wit. See… You fucken wit suicide shorty from Da 40s you don’t want these nightmares to come alive and ruin ya party.

Crash it you bastard. Like driving a car with no keys. You wear your life backwards like Chris Cross. Stop fucken actin like you hard. What kind of man hates on his sons for succeeding and trying to go far. You miserable pillow talka and Percocet stalka. At your funeral I’m gunna crack beers on ya coffin.

You shady motha fucka. Tom Brady motha fucka. Stay out my fucken way for I jam you like a 380. motha fucka. You got a good family but you is a shady motha fucka. You got a great wife that stuck by you and raised your baby’s motha fucka. You cheated on her not once not twice. You must be a crazy motha fucka. You’re a washed up old bitch you should walk with a cane motha fucka. Ya hair line receding  like LeBron James motha fucka. Soon you’ll lose everything that you should have been close to you stupid lazy motha fucka. For the record I fucken hate you unstable motha fucka.


Block Immortals

Someone wanted him dead but everyone was too scared to take his bounty. He found that crazy. In a city where people always get silenced for less than less. Violence to him is like a vacation for a week. He’s to use to its comfort like fresh bed sheets on a king size bed. Well known and well respected. Making all things stay in order never getting hectic. Very hospitable to the visine eyes with snipers as family ties. Think first before you put your finger on that guy or be baptized in bullets immediately. “Sleep in the sea or eat with me that’s your choice”. He said out his low tone voice. Please don’t shake the dice and snake eyes twice so go home to your girlfriend or wife or you can lose your life.


Why All The Negitivity Chris?

There no puppys and kittens and sunny days in the view of the lineing of my scopes target.

Friends become enemies… Enemies become disloyal… Disloyalty becomes death…

Nah not that pretty TV show death of a cherished character. The ugly kind of death.

The victim or whatever doesn’t come back to the set for a take two. Such a headache…

I’m not at all traumatized I’m more or less modernized because this TV show is often familiar to my peripherals.

Giving my true visions of life a bad rerun. For me to run…. Nah! Never! I’ll die where I stand.

I’ll live like a renegade than to live under paid. Yelled at by a boss that doesn’t even know your name or where your from or what it took for you to get there.

Two middle fingers painted gold raised up like Cee Low Green telling you that I could give a solid gold fuck about what or how you think of me.

Or what you suggest I do or how I should be… When a close friend of yours gets murdered beside you in your passenger seat by loud gun fire and you watch as he takes his last breath.

Give me a call!

Maybe then you will understand why my heart is so fucking far!

This piece is dedicated to Mannie Moons, lor ham, lor monkey, John john, black E, lor Aaron, grace, Man, Pusha, big toot, lor B, Noodles, Nolan No go, lor lee, lor X, Slink, Dot, Dirty A, midway pookie, lor Jerry, lor Ryan,  Kave man,  Jabbie, Red Dogg, hershey, lor Cey Cey, Darrell, lor dell, Wayne, Murda, B.L. , Emanuel, fish……. R.I.P to you all I’ll see you when I get there and if I didn’t mention your name in sorry it’s just to Damn many lives lost.

Gamma Waves By Cameron Chin

Brain waves flowing fast and strong like a tsunami. Can you hear that frequency? Can you hear those waves crashing on the shore? Flooding your system with things you can’t ignore. Wreaking havoc on your life. This frequency you hear, you wouldn’t wanna hear it twice. High pitch scream like a baby in tears as those waves pierce you from ear to ear. When will it end? When will my life be the same again? This tsunami I speak of is society as we know it, flooding my mind with things that will soon implode it…….



There Was Party For Me But I Wasn’t Invited

The air outside is heavy.

I’m weighed down with guilt.

Your prejudice target.

I have to dress casual for court tomorrow.

I lost a bet to my ex and now I love alone.

Propriety damage on the housing of my brain.

There is no point in me living without uncontrolled substances.

A steroid to enjoy running after adrenalin.


The fumes of whats being cooked in the kitchen makes me horny.

There are way to many fatherless children.

I need this pen to win first place.

This morning I filled my tea cup up with emotions and dropped it.

Its broken now, how familiar.

A rebel that escaped the devil. I went though the wind shield crashing into my reality challenging the pain of blocking fresh cut fate tempting to taste all the spoils of war. My life I don’t adore when attempting suicide is such a bore defending my stand point is now my only chore. So I will love on only to indour…. More pain!