Good old H.R -40

Happy happy positive day everybody!😊

Naw fuck all that shit it’s time for A fucking reality check nigga……..

(((WARNING WARNING!!)))

(((THIS WILL BE SAID IN ALL CAPS!))

FUCK ALL THIS BLACK OUT DAY BULLSHIT!

OTHER RACES (NON BLACK)!

MAKEING STATEMENTS AND MEMES THEY SEE BUT NO NOTHING ABOUT!

I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!

SO DONT GET IT FUCKED UP LIKE IM GOING ON A RAMPAGE!

AND EVEN THE BAND WAGON PEOPLE…

(ITS THE NEW HIP THING TO DO….!) TYPE PEOLE!

THATS LOVE TO!

BUT IF YOU REALLY LOVE!

IF YOU REALY WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE ARE PEOPLES SUFFERING TO THE FULLEST EXTENT.

HELP JOIN A PETITION OR SOME SHIT.

ON GETTING REPERATION FOR THE SINS THAT DIVIDED OUR ANCESTORS FAMILY’S!

DESTROYED OUR BLACK ANCESTORS LIVES AND CULTURE AND SOLD OFF LIKE CATTLE!

FREEDOM FIGHTERS LETS MAKE IT✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊!

IT DONT MATTER WHAT RACE COLOR OR RELIGIOUS BACK GROWN YOU GOT!

IF YOU BELIEVE IN A GOD AND PRAY!

THEN THATS EVEN MORE OF A PROBLEM IF YOU DONT WANT TO HELP US OUT!

IF YOU CARE ABOUT BLACK LIVES MATTERING!

HELP US TAKE BACK WHAT WE DESERVE!

REPARATIONS FOR OUR BLACK PEOPLE!

TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT!

I DONT DO NONE OF THIS SHIT FOR LIKES AND FOLLOWERS!

OR FOR OTHER MEANS OF WANTING ATTENTION!

THIS IS A MATTER OF TRUE JUSTICE IN ((FROM THE SINS OF AMERICA))

(((BUT UNDER STAND THIS!.

IF YOU SYMPATHIZERS REALLY CARE!

ABOUT THE UNJUST BULLSHIT MY PEOPLE HAVE DELT WITH!

FOR HUNDREDS OF UNTELIVISED YEARS!)))

PLEASE I ASK!

HELP JOIN US TO PASS THE BILL FOR REPORATIONS!!

IF YOU DONT NO WHAT REPARATIONS FOR BLACKS MEAN, GOOGLE IT!

IF BLACK LIVES MATTER TO YOU THEN WAKE UP AND HELP OUT!!

PEACE AND BLESSINGS AND LOVE TO YOU ALL!✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊

This has been approved by the (negro struggling associations of America)

In association wit (you owned us so you owe us ENT)

If you understand me then share this with friends and enimes!

“Why We Shoot Back”

Insanity…….

10 yr old grown men….

10yrs later…

10 become ten men…

10 out of 10, only 4 of them left..

10 year to life, some in prison for…

10 years dead or…

10 years in the feds…

4 of those 10 are left…

Those 4 even did time in prison…

For crimes they didn’t even commit…

Set up by police so it’s nothing to
Shoot back at them, before they kill
Us.

Can’t go no where, poverty issues so my family stuck.

Continuing to live life like no human being would ever want….

Never want…

As I yelled out!

“FUCKING KILL ME! I AINT GOT
SHIT TO LOSE!”

Shot down from the head, to the shoes, no one would even give a damn over lives we’d lose.

Only God knows the pain….

Of a short fuse…

As electricity cracks in the rain….

Leaving the brain to forever sink in blues…

Stop trying to make them understand what they never will……

Hmmmm”

If I was a “NIGGER”
what kind of “NIGGER”
would I have been?

Would I have been
A house “NIGGER”
cooking and cleaning
For masta.

Or would I have been
A field “NIGGER” scars
On my lashed up back
For not picking cotton
Faster than that.

Would I have been A
Runaway “NIGGER” separated
From my wife and children
No turning back.

Would I been the rebellious
“NIGGER” gotten my dick
Cut off because that white
Mans wife was stairing to
Long…….

Get it…..

To…

Long….

Confederate flag flying
In the wind over my head
Where my children were
Lynced right in front of me.

Or would I’ve been a bitch
“NIGGER” fuck naw because
Ain’t no bitch “NIGGER” in
My.

D.N.A.

Fuck wit us!

To all my real “NIGGAZ”
And My real lady’s who don’t
Take no shit!

In there eyes we will always
Be a “NIGGER”! ✊

You Can’t Send Trauma To The North

Any questions?



Nobody?


Good!


I don’t care……






I really don’t…



I’m on a conference call

With a cannibal.



One who eats balled up pens and paper phone calls to those upstate universitys.

Sending kites out to stop some unlawful assassination or assault on another faction in place.

Pace stopped now pacing slower, solar powered by some sunlight on some so called heroic…




I’ve been chosen again to raise my hand…

I had a decoy in my place my class mates told on me telling my teacher that I wasn’t present.


To a bench warrant, maybe if I’ve called out. Hell no! I ain’t going back into a trap like a rodent! They can’t steal my freedom again!

All praises due! Even the most high knows it’s true.



A drunken banshee kissed the chamber of the wrong rifle men. The front page was extinguished…



Well… The news… I’m not even going to start mentioning. Tripping that tricky mage into outer space… Burning like white sage always staying close to a bounty…

Fuck the City and the County………….

In slow motion………………

Hiatus Paralysis

These words are…

Only for the brains consumption…

A small creators mistake…

Mistaken…

Lies…

For truth…

Having no true value…

Like a house with no…

Cealings in the middle of…

Harricain season…

I seasoned the broth…

Surrounding that hot boiling pot…

I never fold under pressure…

So I wear a rain coat…

Coated in the flesh of my problems…

I got wet…

Its like I met my words…

Parents…

For the first time…

At the same damn time…

I brought pain to fruit flies in training…

Medications…

Meditation…

My words had a bench warrent…

The pages served it…

I’m only hear because I deserve it…

A waisted mind is the only crime…

My lines won’t die unless I…

Become another why That killed them…

No can’t or can nots…

I folded them Into a barrito…

I ate them in colors…

I ate them…

Because I’m not like no other

By the way…

Where the hell are my truck keys?

I hope I can stay here… If not… Fuck it…

Knock knock!

Then the call to me after…

“They said they want to talk to you…”

For what…

“Some bullshit…”

I laughed a these fisher men…

With badges on chains…

I’ve moved away…

An changed…

Still I remain…

The bad man in discussions…

Nothing matter when you’ve…

Been down this body slammed road…

Situations common like this…

I can’t even blink my eyes without…

Being pulled over an frisk…

Stopped on the street…

“You fit the description of…”

Let me guess…

A robbery…

Suspect…

Guns to my face…

Then released without even a…

“Sorry!”

Maybe I’m just in the wrong skin…

Or maybe it’s just a coincidence…

All I know is I’m use to my rights…

Being abused…

A grown ass man on time out…

That’s there plan…

The American dream…

When I can…

I’m getting a passport…

And getting the helll…

Out of this lemonade stand…

When life handz me that lemon…

Bye bye uncle Sam….

Baltimore City Homes

Guess where I’m from…

Cold like Goldie pimps and police… I morn over the men and women I grew up with… Even the paroles, please give me time to breathe, while I bleed… Out… On the street… Blood thickness glazed over where the children play over… It… Kick starts into Pre-kindergarten… In the picture was a deadly grim scene behind me… Like the president behind the podium… Corruption… Trying to get by under poverty so I… Robbed, stolen and sold like how the country was formed… What was mine today… Only time and God can say when it’s my time… So, while I live on… In this snow storm of fire… Im design for hellish climate… My life means nothing yet… I will surely stand up for progress… Nothing provided… Prisoners with in a project lab rat shit… Are in the city making noise like a helicopter crash, clash of insanity from my past… Creeping up on my future fuck it…. Lets go out and play in bullet rain… Aim, pull it, aim… Is the forecast for today… Showers propel back until a quiet silence… Till someone falls, no spring ups… Summer into winters dinner has none….

“I may die in battle but I will never lose the fight!”

“Gun jammed

He lost his life

In hot sands……”

 

 

 

 

Still I wanted to be a paragraph…

 

Sitting on the soft side of my eulogy

Preparing no pictures for the inside….

 

 

No good times!

 

 

Mind was permanently layed off!

 

My casket will be a tin can

With a nickel and a penny in it!

 

 

Can’t even play a fucking Jukebox!

 

 

“Shirt worth a damn juice box!”

“Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These!”

“Who the hell am I to disagree!”

“Lol I love that song!”

 

 

I’m the land mine out of my damn mind…

 

 

When I finnaly die in battle

It will be from eternal life…

 

 

Since I fell from God’s kingdom wings Smokey black on both sides…

 

 

I’m trying to keep that side A

From side b turning my cassette tape

Into one million degrees!

 

 

 

This beautiful pain

Will be my victory…

 

 

I don’t need nothing!

 

 

Or a unknown known sprocket to do shit for me!!!

 

 

If you want to pitty me!!!

 

Do it by dieing for admittingΒ our cause to live means you never gave aΒ fuck about me!!!

 

 

Our corpses will kiss for a ment to be moment……..

 

“To

Be……”

 

“This will be close to a victory……..”

 

I trust know one or nothing trying to get close enough to me!!!!!

 

I’m just dry rotten dabree………….

 

Touch Lines

Tooth pick short

Brush painted blood forts

Flood birds

Black crows

Creole I speak to

Gathering the facts

That makes me weak

I break chains from feet

To move on…………

 

Everyone’s lines are

Different

Lane switching in the

Newport

Smoke kills so good

Love died already

Oh how I’m so ugly

Don’t look at my egg cartons

Into my eyes raw thought

Brought heads to meet

Thoroughly forming days

That could put me on

Trial

Any day

Anyway…………..

 

Everyday

I never think

Of

Going away

I have no one left

They took everything…………

 

From thee

All praises due

I calendar mark my

Days till my death

If my debt is payed

My steps are through

Falling in plain view……………

 

 

 

 

Lines of abuse trying to abolish the truth! Of a gun shell casing! Hollow and rain rusted my taste buds! Slain layed holes in temp tags with no title or registration………

In the facile light by what creeps behind me…

Those lights…..

Or double barrel pipes….

 

I’m gonna gun it till the last mag has emptied!