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…

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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 thingsĀ  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!

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

 

 

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…

 

 

 

 

 

These Past Weeks

The terror in my life breaths no love songs…

Chapter 11 filed on my mind.

Now the bank of evil holds it…

Bro this!

Bruh that!

Please go ahead with that bro shit!

I’m not that!

Bro…

Half of my bros have life sentences…

Locking in and shit…

Reality in there eyes is just irrelevance..

Knife fights loud till bones chip…

Screems follow from the mouths of the strongest men.

Canned goods that look like the contents of dog food…

This ain’t no fucking joke

My life is consistent with cutthroats…

No positive quotes…

That holiday dope…

Maintaining a civilians composure.

They can tell in my eyes im not a civilian.

Chameleons myself to every day people…

Till I eventually flip…

I can’t keep putting peep holes in peaks of foreheads.

So sad…

To rough…

Some days there’s tears…

Some days there is blood…

Shedding my old ways to make better days is hard…

Tough…

I do not want to be successful…

I just want to see the sun…

Standing up…

Free Now No Never Found

A silver damsels in distress.

Dipping silver bullets into the craniums whom took her.

Her favorite son, done, chopped down weeds all over streams.

Bloody marry the red rum, red rum.

Leaving knowns with no burial.

The sensational hybrid assassin.

Sand blasting faces with the eraser.

Someones tipped off…

Caused a ticked off…

Reaction that spread laws everywhere.

She won…

The wild fire lost…

 

 

The First…. Sault Be Last…..

My brass poker face is my mask…

Under that mask is bones…

Face of the reaper…

 

Do I sleep?

Most times no…

Sometimes I just want to…

Feel pain…

Ya know…

 

I feel nothing…

I’m plain…

Prison pose on my DP…

One man 4 horsemen…

Of the apocalypse…

 

I’m ready…

shovels dirt over safty…

Guns with no safty…

I’m about to be a unckle…

Old ways were nothing humble…

 

Embrace the brass heart of my struggles…

I tucked my bread…

When they transferred me in the blue shuttle…

On my way to a new home…

In hell…

 

 

I don’t want to write no more…

I’m just not a writer…

I rather take the pen…

Shove it in a politicians jugular…

 

In these words…

you can tell that I’m vexed…

Lost some distant family members…

To the clutches of murder…

 

I’m so fucked up…

I’m so damn tired…

Of funeral services…

They can’t even afford them…

 

 

Poor them…

Kids being cremated…

The whole fucking cities tainted…

Gone…

Crazy…

Don’t save me…

I don’t want to be……………

 

I’ve been lied to forever…….