Terrorist

Once again

 

 

 

6am

Teeth clenched

Her pillow

Hand soft

Willow

I’m the hard

Principle

Inserted

Tensed

Relaxes musculs

Tough root

I’m not pulling out

 

 

 

 

6 am

Squirms

Short screams

Even squeaks

My name

In initials

Natures promise

Wet search warrant

I’m comming

In There

Regardless

 

 

 

 

 

6 am

From the bed

To the head

Spin cycle

Spits

Sounds like

Something

Jumping out

The water

Behind the

Tunnel

I think I’m lost

In

You lost yourself

At 6am

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Aginst These Goalies

I’ll be coming round the mountain when they come!

I’ll be coming round the mountain when they come!

I’m going to let these bitches no were I’m from!

 

Stories of the low and dangerous….

As I fight to taste pain in a lonly unjust…

Will you or will you not understand I’m not…

I only live for clouds…

Putting on day of the dead sounds…

Fucked over for showing love!

Fucked over for going places and being judged!

I don’t want or need no friends…

Just like family…

They can leave your tears in ribbons…

 

Nothing can ever persuade me to care…

Damsels…

There cradled sarcastic shit on the bottom of new boots…

Turned backs on the only men who they choose…

Always choosing me to abuse…

If I abuse you!

I will be a bomb you can’t defuse…

Yet I’ll stick to my moral trues…

You Can’t pick or chose to pick up my shoes to wear…

They really want me to care…

The ones who say I should try it…

Won’t even blink a eyelid If I died to day bitch.

When the ball dropped on new years…

I cryed the first of the years new tears…

I’m rude still…

Exporting to my enemy’s

Importing new fears.

 

I watched someone…

With kids getting put out there apartment today…

Where they live…

I gave them my last so they could stay…

There…

That doesn’t make me good…

Or a pinch of a good holy man….

I pressed up on there landlord…

Threatened him with the most unholy plan.

 

Honestly..

 

I wanted to stab him in the face…

Right then and there…

The old me is gone…

It’s just the look of my facial features…

That I have that still preaches…

Silly me…

I only no how…

To withstand the values of…

Being a sacrifice or kamikaze….

 

Fuck you and ya mommy…

If I’m down…

Don’t perform the himlick…

I’ll tell you what you can kiss…

I just rather break your wrist…

The only time I really get attention is…

When I’m walking through stores in the mall…

 

“Excuse me sir but how long are you going to be brousing here”

 

 

Till you get the fuck out my face and stop following me!

I’ll stay the wrongly accused till I D.I.E.

There is no right…

Once people see me…

Well…

Haha…

You won’t fight or beat me…

Call the police like Y’all always do!

Like that will defeat me…

 

I’ll slap shit out of them to…

Real NIGGA wit a attitude…

Invisible Paper Lynch

Hung…

Fell…

Broken…

Into…

Peaces…

How can we hold our head high?

If what’s there we desire.

Can’t be reached to its entirety.

Rigged all things  that don’t equal.

To see the explosions of opposite people.

The reaction is always the same.

No understanding of these horrible ways.

The ways in which to not live these every….

Days……

Evil in our mannerisms!

Differentiates in moods!

Intense!

Never intended on hurting or putting fear in!

You……..

It’s just the environment!

The troubles and rubbles we live in!

With the sun being a ceiling!

The moon!

Is were the suns absence is pending!

The strange fruit that hung from trees!

Is now the faces of!

Poor women and men of color having a hung jury…

When even unanimous dissisions…

Are still minipulated in prejudice judicial systems!

Couldn’t wait to sentence thee.

Claiming another victim of this bubble of division.

Divide and conquer.

Always looked down at.

As A…

Minus…

Subtract us from our skin.

Maybe we can.

Be equal to them!

Showing my porcelain ass off!

Saying…

“Get a fucking job like everyone else does!”

Never will they understand.

That…

The box of chocolates that once were…

were melted by a shackled society…

Stepped on!

Walked on!

Spit out on to the floor!

No more!

The chocolate said….

No fucking more!

Love Thy Prisoners

Morbit

Moss grows on my tears

Orbiting

I seriously have no fears

When touched

I will kill you

The insaine, sain

Saint In my

Own way

I can go every place that

You can’t

Leaving a path in your

Silent rants

Talk if you feel

It will change how

I feel

I feel nothing

Yet I’m reasonable

See that target over there

If you can shoot that bee

From here

You disrespected me

In front of my peers

I’ll

let you live

He missed

I didn’t

The target

Daminished

In front of a crowd of

Witnesses

 

Lol ,Well, Hypothetically speaking

Just let me be

 

At sixteen

I bought a Mac 10

A bullet proof vest

Level 13

 

Remember when so n so

Fucked me over

Plus

My love and loyalty

Said bad things about my mother

Over and over I believe

Well the jury should have called me

“Shaggy”

Cause I told them

“It wasn’t me”

 

 

 

 

Regarding

My reflection

judged

I don’t give a fuck

I live to survive

I will permanently shut you up

Although I ain’t proud

Of the shoes I once worn

I dream every night about

Old things that I’ve done

Things that happened in the war

The war in the streets

Not that patriot bullshit

I don’t stick my nose in

Other folks affairs

I don’t believe in calling everyone

Not “Cathilic” or “Christian”

A terrorist

All this shit

When America can

Dropping bombs on

Holy Mosqes, family’s and small children

let me kill someone in self-defense

I’ll get a thousand yes

No damn picket fence

From the judge with no regrets

Called a no good gangster

With no regards for human steps

Fuck the judge

Plus those american ways of political respect

Fuck all the times

I was young and the police beat my ass

Black privileged

With the privelge of being disrespected

I’ll die for what I belive in

Till freedom becomes our true blessing

I don’t give a damn who hates me

I don’t preach hate behind a podium

Let’s lock in behind prison doors

The ones you put us in

I fucking bet you won’t go toe to toe with him

Him is me

Him don’t give a damn if him bleeds or can’t breath

Come get me

I will kill you

Sinning

Sincerity

 

 

 

Again! I’ve Changed!

Dry your eyes

To this new day

I am a fool A

We all make mistakes

 

Lacking pations

Identity mistaken

Missunderstood

For the savage I was

 

I pissed on everday

I crushed

Sickning

The things I’ve did

 

For lunch

Kicked doors

seal walls

Drugs and all

 

My down fall was

My generosity

Advantage of

My heart of gold

 

Mold grew on my fist

Others blood on my

T shirt

Blood on my Timberlands

 

Mad cuz my feet hurt

I litterally walked miles

To get to where I had

To go

 

Slow pain

No mercy

Had no mercy

I planted no mercy

 

In others

So other gangstaz

Reimbursed me

Endorsed me

 

Hanging off the back

Of mopeds at thirteen

Shoot outs

Screaming like

 

A Soldier being trained

“This is my rifle”

“This is my gun”

“This is my block now”

 

Street warlord

Resorted

To violence

Do not get it fucked up

 

I’d die to protect

My community

Loved ones

These were no stun guns

 

Pulled out to show where

I’m

From

Collided with shadows

 

“Then”

“Tag”

“I win”

 

 

That Day

Boom

Boom

Boom

 

Fi

Fi

Fi

 

Truck crashed

It wasn’t no drive by

No hide by

Walk downs including

Outer space

Blown out of the space

The thoughts were in

Trials and tribulations

Force hands to bury

A non matching gang sign

Imagine

If it never happend

The shooters

Small family would have

Died

Mercedes Benz property

Raw sex with fate unpredictable

Call your local psychic

She wouldn’t have never

Well

Nevertheless

Chest pieces went missing

Off the board

Simon says

Whoever pulled that trigger

Is alive till this day

Fate

Over

Everything

 

 

Sized Up The Sugar

Face palmation…

On your knees…

Critical…

She for shadows…

I need more…

Action…

More satisfaction…

I have a overdriven attraction…

Maybe it’s the accent…

Or…

The passing of…

Minds…

This is a authentic…

The two…

Just…

And only you…

Plus me…

Let’s…

Spice things…

No GMO’s here…

Ordinary odd attachments…

I love odd…

Brains and books…

You smell like…

A bake sale…

Translation…

I wanted some sticky buns…

Coffee cakes home made…

A sweet love…

Fragrance of dove…

Lotion on her skin…

Came from the…

Inside of a coral reefs…

blood…

Aphrodisiac…

Neck of a nectarine…

Naked…

She gave in…

Mating…

On a inscription…

That says…

My real last name…

love…

 

Hand Out The Dirt

Over the hill…

I through the black cat…

Picking flames…

Off four leaf clovers…

I don’t believe in…

What the majority sees…

I reject clues…

I already seen sketches…

I see things that most look through…

 

Strychnine sipping…

Tilting over…

It’s not strong enough…

To make visions Dissappear…

 

I’m soo dead…

I’m soo fed up…

I don’t give up…

I never give in…

Segregated my thoughts…

From my actions…

 

I talk through plastic…

My eyes…

Bodies of blood…

Cold ice froze the plasma…

He died from a homicide…

The blood on his coat stuck to his face…

 

Rigamortis…

Tought me…

That…

It will never go away…

Waiting for me…

Waiting for my day…

 

When the dawn…

Closes and seals…

My horror…

In face…

 

Calenders

The agitated poet…

Non educated…

Non poet…

Raw introverted…

Dont talk to me…

A kid kidnapped…

Ransomed….

No one paid for me…

The mark of the beast…

Marking these corners…

The streets…

All over in repeat…

Same fractured faces…

Occasional buck fiftys…

My little scared angels…

Strung out on sex addiction…

Reminiscing the day…

That she was innocent…

Till one night…

Truamatic experience…

The loss of better words…

To say like…

Hi or hey…

Transitions in to…

I hope you choke…

Then die today…

All I hear are…

 

“I have facts!”

Or…

“These are the facts!”

 

When facts do not mean shit…

If you have not experienced it…

 

 

Big deal…

I do not trust them…

They try to….

Water down what…

We are accustomed…

No miss conceptions…

Breast fed black kids…

The outside the house lessons…

 

 

“1# Never look a cop in the eyes…”

“He or she will automatically think your up to something…”

This is one of the top 10…

Growing up commandments…

Damn shame…

 

 

For money…

We will do enything…

When your have less…

You will do enything…

Living life on heavens escalator stairs…

Planning death…

To escape what’s left…

Apon breath or breathing…

 

 

 

 

 

shallots

“Layers till you get to the good part…”

 

 

Mr shoot em up…

Mr Minor cuts…

Mr I don’t give a fuck…

 

Never the less…

He’s back for a sec…

Know fights or knockles cracked…

 

I’m just trying to get…

All the years I lost back…

Black on black boxed animal’s…

 

like danimals…

This cookie never crumbles…

When milk is chasing…

 

This one multiple…

Is a numb skulls teacher…

Can I reach ya…

 

From my lifes bleachers…

Faculty looking at my…

Factual, facial features…

 

“He’s no teacher!”

“he’s never been to collage!”

“He’s not a road scholar!”

 

I’m a boat flying…

I’m in the sky climbing…

Perfect timing…

 

On the grind now…

Realizing now…

That I will kill the stitistics…

 

Move forward…

Snatching power out of knowledge…

To power the minds of…

 

people in my dirty shoes…

I’m just like you…

let’s make major moves…