A quiet place…
New…
World…
Ora…
“I’m looking for the words to say…”
Short sweet…
Sweet…
To the point…
I die…
Lesser and lesser inside…
When I…
Post or write…
WordPress…
Has definitely…
Saved my enemy’s lives…
I put aside…
All my vendettas…
I opened up…
My…
Stillborn heart…
Every time my…
Pen starts…
I can’t give…
You all everything…
I’ll have…
Nothing left for..
Myself…
I just wanted…
To thank my supports…
Again…
If I could…
I would do…
This everyday…
Yall are my everything…
Like “Mary J…”
Her last name…
Is “Blige…”
Now I’ll just…
Let you all…
Be my eyes…
I give you my love…
I’ve displayed…
One third of my…
Pain…
I know…
I can be indecisive…
I decided…
I will stay…
I use to cook coke up…
“Bobby Flay…”
Now I sling lines on paper…
Displayed…
“Fuck!”
“Let me rap this up B!”
You
guys
Gals
Little
Mermaid
country singers
Cartoon network
Sandwichs
I love lucy
Bill Maher
Loud ass rap music
Tom Sellecks Mustache
“those are the only things that come to mind right now…….”
As I pray facing the sun!
What’s real?
what’s up to date?
In my life…
I’ve definitely made…
Mistakes…
Sometimes…
When your trying…
To progress…
Walk a good route…
A gravitational pull…
Swarms…
Snatches you back…
Into a horrible place…
Karma…
That’s her name……
On 400….
I’ve been under investigation literally. Back and forth for over 10 years. Murders… Other bullshit of all types. My chest I must get this off. Back then..
My life was fucking hard!
People in my life. They literally came into my life to go. No self defensive law. In the city where I’m from!
Well not for my skin color and impoverished background.
I did a lot to survive…
That’s besides the point….
On 400….
I was litterally a cold gunner. A known hitta…
(In translation… I paid my dues to being… Known to be that boy to never fuck with…)
It…
Hurts that…
Honestly!!
I will never be mentally right…
(In translation… I’m shell shocked off horrible days! Now still trying to fit in… The general population of this normal society…)
Hard times….
I damn near starved to death at sometimes. I had no support from anybody…. I tryed my best to support everybody! Trying to equalize my blessing with my wrongs.
I robbed people…
I was hungry…
On 400….
I lost my first love literally…
She was mudered…
Literally….
If revenge was a warm dish. I was never there to eat it…
Haha!
I still feel irritated, sad in sorrows…Â Trying to forget that day…
Feeling!
Still so fucking bad… If i could have taken her place. I wouldn’t be here today…
Its just not fair!!!
I’ve never cried so much in my life…
Cryed…
So much…
Sometimes I still do…
On 400….
I was a active gang member damn near my whole life… When our numbers grew larger… The factions started braking apart… Difference in visions and mind sets… Majority of them went with me… When I was old enough… To be OG of the set…
I known as a…
Positive gangster…
A leader who cares…
About the people Of my neighborhoods… A shot caller that was fairly reasonable. From The children… Up to the elders! They all still respect me… Even the gang unit task force and the local police. My brothers and sistaz look up to me…. There not even considered members. There my family!!
The other part of the factions. Made the true gang culture look bad… Killing, robbing and stealing and more dumb shit.
See…
To me…
Not all cops are bad! Just like not all gang members are bad. I love my community….
And which it stands…
on 400….
I claim…
(What’s that?)
Westside 400blk Spruce Tree Top Piru and I’m proud!
Out of all the shit I’ve been through… My mentors were the older women and guys! The only real true supporters! I’ve ever had are my gang brothers and sistaz…
There the realist men and women!
That I’ll ever know…
Till!
I!
Die!
On 400………..
First and foremost!
I’d like to send my strongest and deepest condolences!
To the family’s of the great people!
Who’s innocent lives were taken away!
By a islamaphobic white surpremist punk bitch!
This act of (terror!)
Yes a (terrorist)!
Aginst a peaceful Islamic place of worship!
In New Zealand!
As well as other incedences around the globe!
Will not go unpunished!
True justice will prevail!
Power to the people, prosperity and strength!
Hold your heads high!
In the land of no justice for all!
Oh and…….. Fuck Donald Trump!
There it is…
No papers!
No quiz!
No wiz kid!
Prodigy!
Of the fearless!
Your word aginst mine!
So I have no say!
So they!
Will never listen to…
A word you and, I say
Say word!
Dehumanized as we pray!
Be wise…
You don’t have to
Take sides!
In order to realize!
There is no freedom
For color!
None….
There crys are voiceless…
Our crys…
To you
They mean nothing!
To the opposits!
That’s how they feel!
That’s how we feel!
They fear our color!
That different religion…
Those flags that says other
Wise!
Most red white and blue ones!
Coincidence…….
You will not see me protesting!
It does absolutely nothing!
If we are peacefully in a crowd!
They think that
We are up to something!
Freedom!!!
Ya…..
Ok…..
Be reborn on my side of
The colored body.
The difference in accent.
Or the things they say about me.
Us…….
A world where….
We are not safe…
The police shot Jay Rock
In the face!
They said it was a mistake!
They labeled Hassan
A terrorist.
All he wanted to do
Is…
Nevermind!
You would just think
It ain’t true!
You!
Understand if…
You keep fucking with
A honey bee…
That one bee
Will come back
With a swarm!
To attack!
You would to!
Flying up out that tree
In a frenzy!
Sometimes it just sucks to be you…
It sucks to be me…
It sucks to be us…
The outside world can…
Sympathize all they want…
Thanks…
That’s cool…
All the support…
Thing is…
You can never be us…
You can’t bring back our
Families and loved ones…
Oh ya…
Fuck Donald Trump………
Scalpel technique
Razor blades sink into
Red apples
Colic symptoms in men
So cliche
Abrasion blends
Popping up on
Loud mouth infantiles
There are so many
Words to
Discribe you
For now I’ll just go
With idiot
I gave it all away
For a mediocre
Crowd of living
Civilianized
If that ain’t a
Real word
So what
I just made it
I dislike being in
Crowds
I just hope my
Crown isn’t to
Shiney
Cracked and grimy
Dark unkindly
Marked
For the excavation
exposure
You ain’t no soldiers
My blood line
Is litterally tainted
From pirate blood
Government robberys
Successfull
Industrializing
The movement
A new breed of
Gangstaz
With out a
Physical presence
Released
I will kill a pedophile
Strait up
And admit it
Sorry
This has nothing to do
With my
General sentences
Sentence me forever
I’d rather do life
In solitary
Then to let a
Child preditor monster
Live
Live
Good bye
Kids are my heart
Even if I
Don’t have none
To see or here
Them get hurt
Or hurting
My blood stops
Circulation
My patients
My meditation
Goes broken
My spirit grows
Devilish
I will do absolutely
Anything
To protect the kids
Even if it puts my life
At risk
Knowing I was
Once a
“Not sexually”
I was
A neglected
Abused
Child
I never mattered
Yet
You will all
Matter to I
(I have an announcement to make. I don’t like to consider myself a blogger. I’m not a poet or story teller. None of that… I have respect for all even if you don’t respect me, but for those bloggers who say things like….
(I like your work and I have a blog so check it out when get the chance😀😀😀)
You know who you are. Miss me wit da bullshit, telling me you like my work. I don’t even like my so called work. When you probably never even reat my stuff….. Bottom line is…. Be creative and stop tryin to be pethetic by selling your self on other peoples pages. Do like majority of us do and put in the work and time like we did or do. Not to disrespect, but don’t do that shit here…….. Thank you and have a peaceful day or night.)
“Do you ever feel way under lonely?”
“Do you ever just feel painfully lonely?”
“You begin to doubt the ones that care?”
“The ones who say they love you?”
“Lonely enough to cry but you don’t want to?”
“Perinoid!?”
“Your all liers!”
“A down mode system mentality!”
“Feeling like this world just isn’t yours?”
“Not suicidal, yet you just dont want to be here anymore?”
“Never feeling that strong love you deserve!?”
“At the same time!”
“You don’t want enyone near you at all?”
“I’m my own victim!”
Held hostage by my best skills.
Agitated by dumbass things that don’t matter.
What matters to them is selfishness.
I’m not sorry for nothing!
I’m my own victim!
Held hostage by nonsense!
What’s lawless is who’s in office!
“Calm down man…”
Shut up!
I’ve had enough of this atomic garbage!
“I know what atomic means…”
“Don’t question me…”
Atleast when I was on drugs…
I had a glimpse of happiness!
I’m my own victim!
I’m holding myself hostage!
Things that don’t matter to anyone…….
1 Forming bonds between lovers. Ultimately pushing a agenda. One that notifies family as truth.
2 Global warming.
3 The researcher to a cure for HIV AND AIDS.
4 Reserching a cure for various forms of cancer.
5 Poverty…
6 A great education for the Forgotten disadvantaged inner city kids.
7 People’s who are poor and living in a unacceptable society looked down at.
8 TRUE PRISON REFORM!
The list go’s on and on!
I’m my own victim…
I’m holding myself hostage…
I feel like…
I’m the only one who feels and sees this horrible mess.
I’ve lived with dry blood on my steps.
I’ve Ajax down those same steps.
I’ve lived past a trial.
I almost caught 3 murder raps.
Not guilty!
Fucked up but it’s me!
I’m hear today to make a statement.
I’m my own victim.
I’m holding my self hostage.
Away from future mistakes.
Skilled thevies
Cut from the
Two hundred percentiles cotton
Sleaves of a killers womb
A lost tape of
The past
Born to be wild
Born to die
At
A young age
Dope slinging disabled
By there own diciple
Pull pistols on guys
When that rent went late
Look into his eyes
The colors of
Lots of leaves raked up
Mud revealed a gangstaz make up
Tactical take downs
Task force
Forced kids to
Re-eat dog shit
Then plant evidence
On them
They beat them with
Knight sticks
Irons over the heart
Sparks a good soul
To part
From
Out
Of
A
Young
LADYS OR MANS HEART
Turning the makers into a
New revolution
Naked
So it’s not televised
Revenge perfectly
Would be a heaven send
The other friend
Of his
Died in prison
From a untreated
Staff
infect
tion
Marshall law aginst police
The “Che Guevara’s”
Of our times
Pillaged for peace
Protection of the community
Label as gang members
When black men come together
The women with us to
We looked up to
Car chases ensued
Hopped out on foot running
Guess he was
From the wrong hood
Head hunting
They gunned him down
Them solid boys
Don’t fuck around
Convicted felons before twelve
Believe it
Or not
The narrator doesn’t even care
Mafia influenced
Cop killer influenced
Growing up never having
Much
Or less then
Some kids
Went mad
Turning into cold killers,
Cold cases
Even heroin Addicts
PTSD…
Is common
Leased a uncontrollable
Problem
Shot swans in the face
Diving in cages
Isolated
Forever
Stories of frozen teachers of basic survival
The assets
Never to be told
Sitting
Rotting
Praying for the Rapture
Silently
Now instatitionalized
Writing out there
Why me’s
On cell walls
All surfaced
Right back to reality on purpose
Fuck the world
They chanted
Over plexiglass door
Then lights out
Never returning
lips thick like parallel hips tainted longitude.
Verry rude, to offended to prove how I want some of you.
Cool whip smooth to cover my scars an bruises.
Broken bones infused with, Oxycodone land slides.
Into you…
No speaking, creeping across pleasures stairs.
With out creaking…
I fell in between the crack.
Blessed…
I feel it comming…
Then relaxed into a relaxing relapse.
Knott’s of song notes.
Float across the language of love.
To dissolve in to a disconnected buzz.
You got a black man to blush.
“The most hated, the most corrected and under rated is back!”
“If y’all thought I was done!”
“I have an infinite amount of ammo in ligistics!”
Had to get my shit together
I lost six day ones in one month
First two
Damn near a day apart
Dieing seems to easy
living is like being butt naked freezing
Bad nerves erase my good evenings
Do I run and tuck tail
Or post bail on my evil
Fuck outta here
I don’t smoke no more
Bullets still flying
Hitting mail boxes
Knocking mail out of them
Normal seek and destroy
Little dude from the corner told me
“Fuck school I need a job”
Two days later killed and robbed
I no some bodies care about me now
I hope they don’t doubt me now
Im left
Never explaining my problems
When asked
I say
“Don’t get mad”
Or think it’s act
Sometimes I go back
To all my hoodstuff
To check up on the pack
The remainder of my mental state
Black
A ray of sunshine
Crap
A positive though or vibe
Hacked
The serious problem is
I’m black
They ain’t never going to see that
For the record though
I’m back
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 