Freelance

Dropping infront of the sword…

You can take lessons from a target…

Spoiled movement…

left wreckage to no barter…

 

Prey to who ever your god is…

That never stopped the contracted…

Perfectionist is what protection is…

Shell catcher on the side of this…

 

Dark cracks in the walls…

Where big mouse holes for calls…

The eye is the key…

To getting your fee…

 

Replacement hand for every one you chopped off. Replace the man… That was off… The racist man… lights got turned off… I’d offer you my hand… That one color that stayed off…

 

Later years…

Kids grew into bosses…

knowing no positivity…

Smiles were always crossers…

 

No graduations…

What the hell is a prom…

Mentally damaged…

Like we came back from Vietnam…

 

Chain songs questioned the future. Hearing sirens loud like chainsaws. They never even cold solve who did it. The ones that knew. They said something like we were gifted…

Truth was…

We were brain washed children…

 

 

 

Down Time

I’m just down…

Nothing more…

Nothing less…

Unless this was…

A cry out…

It’s more like I nest…

In the chest…

Between heaven…

Maybe hell…

I don’t smile…

I don’t frown…

I don’t date…

I don’t dance…

I just wait…

This couch…

Holds my weight…

Like my shoulders…

Triple beem…

Me not awaken…

I  feel like laying…

In loneliness…

As far as I will only get…

I only get why…

Pressure points are soft…

So I’ve open them…

No matter how I sound…

Or how I may laugh…

I’m not a nice man…

I’m not the right man…

I’m bound and gagged…

To the obituaries on my night stand…

If I was ever hurt…

I got no apologies…

If I was ever broke…

No one looked out for me…

Life isn’t a joke…

Nore is it a boat…

To sail me to a fucking…

Promise land…

Trust me…

If I start to cry…

Don’t prey for me…

Prey for the a cannibals carnage…

I left blood behind…

I fear nothing…

Not even the voices inside…

To me…

Lies are my worst enemy…

Human beings are mostly fake…

Like your Gucci jeans…

So much old heroin in my system…

You could extract it…

To make a pekingese…

If I robbed someone and got caught…

I’ll damn near get life in prison…

When we get robbed by the government…

It’s called taxes…

I’m just down…

I’m not practicing………

 

The Beauty In My Peace

They ain’t reaching for peace. There reaching for firearms. So they don’t die by someone elses.

I swear!

The next person to tell me that ain’t from here. To have peace or chill! I’m going to show them the murder rate. Right here where I live. Show them the caskets that these little kids are getting barrier in…

There was a candle light visual. Some enemies walk up to the mother. Of the one the visual was for. She got shot in the legs and head so she to is going home.

One of my little dudes came home from prison. Had no place to go. No where of living. He broken into over 30 houses the day he walked out.

The next day came… The police put him back in cuffs. He will be doing a longer sentence…

Peace!?

How bout I give you a peace of the bullet I pulled out of a family member last year.

The police report said he was being violent. When I was beside him. The officer was looked at us smiling…

Told my little cousin he’d be next…  I told the cop… “Over my dead body bitch!” “Try me!” They kept on riding and shit…

So let me show you a piece. Of the piece… That these killers don’t give a fuck about in my city.

The Mayor shut down 60% of the schools. To build a tourist attraction down town. Promising jobs and gave them to the college kids and out of towners.

Who never come up town…

So with all due respect…. Take that peace that I hear so dear and burn it. With the klue klux klan and that racist confederate flag.

It will always be deeper that what you no or can understand. Fuck Martin Luther King…. I fucks with Malcolm X

 

Foe Dollaz

I won’t make another post until this post is spoke on and acknowledged. I swear and I will keep updating this until bubble world’s get popped…

Give opinions and ask questions…

You don’t have to like it…

this is not about race or racism towards enyone… this is just a reminder that we should have a independents day and a Memorial day for our ancestors struggles and up rising of the forgotten people……

 

 

 

 

 

Horse tranquilizer…

Sleep man sleep…

 

Cocain and heroin…

Is the adapter to these streets…

 

It’s no good…

It ain’t sweet…

 

But that’s what we slang…

So we can eat…

 

Foe wings and fries…

Foe wings and fries…

 

That’s all we eat…

That’s the closest food spot…

 

Left…

To rot…

 

Snap chat your pistol…

There is a new way to rob…

 

Touch hands with blood money…

Is the only way she will stay…

 

The truth will be spoke…

Most lies even make sence…

 

Things you may see as dangerous…

To us is a walk in a park…

 

Most cases are dropped…

from plea deals that weren’t smart…

 

If you would have took it to trial…

There was a 50 percent chance…

 

You would have lost…

The system knows…

 

We don’t have money to afford a good layer…

So they set us up to be talkers…

 

Eather way your dead…

Another black guy with a bullet to the head…

 

I’m going to say things…

That shouldn’t be said…

 

How many school shooters have you seen that are black wit wull hair…

Google and twitter that….

 

GOOGLE AND TWITTER THAT!

GOOGLE AND TWITTER THAT!

 

If we kill over anything…

It’s either money or disrespect…

 

He smacked my girls ass…

When she was walking to the corner store…

 

The aftermath was him removing…

That man out his shoes with the intricate tek…

 

Or he tried to play me out of the…

Hundred dollars he owed me…

 

Knowing he got to eat…

Being hungry can make a person…

 

Kill for absolutely no reason…

but we were put in a situation…

 

A situation where we can’t breath in…

So I save my last Foe dollaz…

 

And give the almighty my application…

 

 

 

 

Getting Off The Nipple… I’m Getting My Own Milk….

I was her old guys replacement…

Never knowing all the time I wasted…

It’s Trully a battle to dabble in white dust…

In the form of waiting patent…

She held my body hostage…

At the same time my fixation…

Things got crazy…

When she knew my every location…

Technology equals no privacy…

Unless you want to remain public…

I don’t know if I was to comfortable…

Or was i just to stubborn…

She mentally abused me…

But she could relate to my struggles…

I might have been phisically powerful…

She placed my mind in a room…

A room with laughing troubles…

Behind my back…

I couldn’t walk…

Right in front of me…

Was the door…

“You can keep my car, house and clothes!”

I took the Sim card out of my phone…

Broken it in half…

Tossed the remains In the sewer…

I walked my legs breathing…

Back to the westside…

That was the last time I ever talk to…

Her…

A Man Or A Test Subject….

Sometimes…

I wanna cry…

I’m not suicidal…

I juse want to die…

 

I can’t adjust…

My time on this earth…

Has been used up…

 

I want to fight…

That’s all I know…

I was 20 years old…

When I seen…

A boy 16 years old…

 

Get 77 years…

For robbing a store…

It hurt me…

That the judge didnt…

Even want to hear his story…

 

Some years later…

He killed him self…

He just wasn’t strong enough…

Grown ass men…

looking tough in the pen…

when lights out at…

10 pm…

 

You can hear the cries…

Of a mans faults…

I remember being beaten…

buy correctional officers…

Yelling out…

“Give me more!”

Bloody and torn…

 

They all fucked up…

They didn’t know…

The ties I had…

At my personal order…

More and more…

 

When I close my eyes…

I’m thoroughly haunted…

Not by killing and destruction…

Just never having a chance to be…

Someone…

 

Shot down from woman. Shot down by jobs. Can’t leave the state. fucking with Porole and probation officers. Can’t do simple things. All my life I was a shop of horror…….

So I say fuck the world!

“That’s my quote for you all ta…!”

 

Knit Pick

Prove to yourself that your worthy of life…

I would but… Ifs to ands…

Subject tormented like pulling the legs off a spider…

Yet I’m a rider…

For all its worth…

No attachments of blood pumping…

Dropping shells out of the revolver…

Right after discharging…

Then discarded out of my inventory…

The millionaires would place there bets on me…

You want to no a secret…

I got lost in its power…

 

2nd verse…

Death notes when lecturing most killers…

I’m the compass on the page of a Atlas…

Why would they follow me like I’m leading sheep…

I’m not a leader…

I may or may not be psychotic…

Snickering at liers lie more…

I just let you dig a deeper hole…

Dive in it and never come back…

Like my dignity…

Nerves so bad…

I got to sleep with a mouth guard on…

 

Only a matter of time before I’m back behind bars…

I still stay on call…

 

Only Our Blood Will Remain

Staaayyyy!

Why won’t you just staaayyy!

For awhile…

 

Staaayyyy!

Why won’t you just staaayyyy!

I promise you it’s not a crime…

 

You never left me…

I’m just asking for your touch to be my currency…

I’ll spend them wisely…

With in a life timely…

 

My loves blind…

I say that kindly…

I bumped into you…

You said sorry…

 

No need…

You keep me…

As your pet name…

I pet your frame…

 

Clean pierce through the heart…

Cupid’s…

I knew it from the start…

It would be to lids…

 

Sealing us in a air conditioning…

Home…

Your my kiss…

I’m your stone…

 

Staaayyyy!

 

 

The Pillar

Cover me with your maturities. In your weak knees… Through yourself into me. Like a fishing line… I’ll catch you! I promise! You know it… You still try me…

I still like it! I would love to be beside it! Blind sided by signs. That sign into my Google love. I popped up… Amber stone bath attached to my skin is…

Your flesh…

We crystalize together! Touching the break of a new romance! Sheets of grapes! Trying not to put a seed… In between the peach…..

Far apart creates Desperation… Lots of masturbation…. That’s just what it is…. It’s real! When we hold on… Velcro like… We will stick together… In holy light…

See me…

Filled In Blanks

Got  put out of class…

I told my teacher I seen a dragon…

I had no such things as luck…

Red paint on new fabrics…

The temper wasn’t self made…

Abused…

After 10pm I drank the last corner…

Of lemonade…

Faced the rage…

You can’t erase the pain…

Took a gold chain in 98…

I pawned that bitch for packs…

Of Ramen and beef franks…

living with this perfection of…

A lack of common sense…

Common sense was my favorite rapper…

He didn’t speak nonsense…

Learning mistakes of dead men…

Made me rich in my case…

All the girls…

The snake came…

Not once have I given them play…

New common sense accurate…

I took lots of  money then…

Backwards flipped it…

Canvas shoes…

Bucket hats…

Your neighborhood on them…

If some one tried you back then…

You had to let they chin have it…

Pow!

Putt you on your ass Quick…

Then days later becoming best friends…

I went to The laundry mat…

Giving away money to all the children…

I lost my first…

That was my last…

Brain cell gone…

They evaporated in my head…

What does it feal like…

When your dead…

When your dead…

Where do you go from there…