I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
Till I D.I.E WEST SIDE fuxk those opinions There’s been a opioid Epidemic In the city’s,
Were my people Resigned aside Gentrification But when our Bodies drop We never even got mentioned, T
hey didn’t give A fuck,
No news, No propaganda Ask yourself this,
What black person You know own a Port with ships,
why When a collage Kid comes to The ghetto with His friends to get a hit, They get let go When cought With contraband,
We go to jail Bail revoked, nine postponed Trial dates, Fuck America Y’all made us This way And fuck you Coons,
Dancing for master Racism and Lynching still, Exist, but to Most it don’t even matter,
the world Rather focus On pro nouns And space Travel, Iphones and Shit, I’m pissed, to be frank I’m tired I can wait, Till this world is Purificate,
Burns All of there Ancestors sins away A blood line condemned Did, Fuck you, Fuck you If America was Litteraly The last pussy On earth,
I still wouldn’t Fuck you, You fucking Fools, Listen, His a history Lesson, For you disrespectful, Bitchs,
My ancestors Came from Africa, So what does That make me, How can I be Anti-Semitic When The Semitic one is me, What number Never changes in Shape,
The number 8, Fuck Instagram, To Those private Prisons the provide my niggaz to live in, funded By you company leaders, Facts!
“Browning Of The Roux”
Quit bitching
Folk.
You’d probably
Throw up.
All in your
Mouth till you choke.
Can I get
A witness from.
Those who
Have been.
Subjected
To all types.
Of murder
Entrapments.
Oppression,
War, discrimination,
PTSD.
Hold up
Now!
Real PTSD
From rebel enemies.
Infidels to
See your well being.
Lifeless, loving
Less, teenager’s.
Killers with Chips
in there britches.
Masked up
Then home invaded.
Ransom shit
Stripped till humiliated.
Starving for the,
Lost betters.
From a bitter
No better life.
Always, off,
Scedual…
Fuck Your
Money!!
Though my
Tribe maybe starving…
Staying on
Dope just to gets sleep!
Drinking liquor to
Heal from the beating!!
Cocaine in my
Veins, staying awake!!!
For days!!!!
To dodge all
The heathens!!!!!
And if I bleed
Today!!!!!!
You will surely be
Murdered this evening!!!!!!!
They don’t give
A fuxk what we believe in…
BITCH IM BLAXKK!
BUT TO ALL MY
OPPRESSED ALL!
AROUND THE WORLD!
PLEASE DON’T BE SEATED!
EVEN IF DIFFERENT
CIRCUMSTANCES!
YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
THOUGH WAR MAYBE
INEVITABLE!
MOST OF THE
WORLD DONT GIVE!
A FUCK ABOUT
USSS!!
OR SHIT ABOUT
WHAT WE GO THROUGH!!
SAYING AND PRAYING
AND POSTING!
IS LIKE A FAD OR
BANDWAGON!
BUT IF YOU AINT
FIGHTING WITH US!
ALONGSIDE IN US!
ANYWAY!!
FUXK YA WORDS,
PROMISES, AID,
PROTEST!
LETS FIGHT
FOR OUR SELVES!
FOR BETTER PROGRESS!
KEEP YA SMILES
AND RACE OR RELIGION!
SPLAININGS!
CALL ME WHAT YOU
WANT!
THATS ALL YOU
GOOD AT IS HATING!!!
A chefs thesis
Moving hills…
I need some…
Dramamine…
to smooth…
out these bills…..
Inhumane folk tails…
I can be to…
like Pecos Bill…
I’m…
Built to sabatoge…
lives…
That how I feel…….
Live from…
David’s shield…
No weapons formed…
Against me will……..
I might go crazy if I relapse off. The smells of fear on the upper tiers. praying for my enemies. They know not nothing of how I was built. Or how things can get real. Prices up and down like broken digital scales. That’s life so…. Keep it moving or give ’em hell! No obligations! They say we are bad influences. To raise our boys to become men. Well……. How the fuck can they become men? Our world is a Ghetto. Not letting anybody walk in or leave out. Ghettos of the world, slums, beat up stray cats and loose dogs. Survival is what is tought before we could even tie our shoe laces up! I want our people to live free! To breath fair air! To drink water that’s clean. Kick bad habits that plague our broken dreams. It seems to inhabit the planet. To witness to habitats we damage. From see men and women slaughtered! Raped, robbed or tortured!
To all my slums and ghettos in the world! places going to war over territory’s that are there’s. Politics and drugs! Hunger can turn people into gangsters and thugs. The only gangsters we know are the founders, the worst police and crooked judge’s!
Listen!
I don’t give a fuck if you from
Yemen
Eastern Europe,
Sudan ,
Palestine,
Thailand or India,
Uzbekistan, Pakistan, Kazakhstan
All the stans,
small towns in Russia,
Uganda, Nigeria,
Tanzania, Madagascar,
Toronto, Alberta, Newfoundland,
Nunavut territories.
Detroit, Baltimore, chi town,
new York and buffalo,
New Brunswick, southcentral,
watts, Inglewood,
Compton California,
Mexico, Venezuela, Brazil
Haitian or Cuban,
Jamaican
Trinidad & Tobago,
Peru, West Indies, puterico,
South africa, Somalia,
Iraq, Iran, Israel,
Mongolia,
Afghanistan,
Cuba,
Germany,
Southeast D.C,
Virginia,
Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Tampa,
Orlando,
The Turkish,
Indonesia,
The whole world has slums and ghettos! Let us Unite with each other!
For the future of the children, our wellbeing, our families if we have them!
More…
More…
More…
I can honestly say that.
I’m seriously indecisive.
Yet,
when I fully commit to
something or someone.
it can become a crisis.
The hardest critic is myself.
Yes it’s true.
Various mental issues
that plague my view.
Getting Tangled in past unpaid
Dues.
I’m realising that the same
People who try instilling positivity.
Are Condoning these new ways.
To be offended By people. Who don’t understand there offending you.
Fuck! I’m tired!
Fuck you and ya mama!
I can’t stand humans and there
phony mottos to live by but won’t
Die by what there trying to
Live for.
Falsified explanations.. excuses why not to do this Or say that.
Why not to believe in this or that.
The blind lead the blind mah’ fucka!
Don’t you believe in that.
Just because it sounds like it’s true don’t mean that it’s right.
Like being in a relationship and your partner believes. Every
Thing they single friend says is right.
Right?!
Bitch Wrong!
I’m so far beyond your
comprehension that.
I already know the shit y’all be on.
Next time I take advice. It will be
from the earth, not a pilgrim.
What lives matter?
Shut the fuck up!
Those white folk had
Me facing 40yrs plus! for defending
Myself!
Shut up!
Let me finish!
I say this right here!
I “Mr Thomas” solidly, solemnly swear I will never write about
Love and old love affairs.
Till the earth burns on its axis and explodes. from
Global warming ignored.
Atlest I know I wont be the only
Person to burn in a hell. Ain’t no
Self-defense laws for negros.
For the record………
Fuck you all I’m already dead!
Lol!
Fuck the love you know
If it’s true love you never had.
Life….. Or…… Death…..
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…
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”! ✊
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………………
21 years ago…
The doctors said I’d be dead within months…
12 years ago…
The doctors said you’ve got…
I think it was 3months…
2 weeks ago these doctors told me…
And I cut her off in her words…
“Don’t tell me what I’ve heard for decades.”
“I’ve been ready for my death date!”
Without this dream…
“Bring it on!”
Bring it on…
I’ve atone for some sins…
I could have die years ago so today I go…
The other ones I can’t let go…
“Let go…”
Doctors, needles, mental health episodes that breach…
Right past the thresholds of my fire…
Smoke so deep I can’t breath till these demons are out of me…
I’m outty five thousand…
Whenever the horns blow for me…
The final call…
All praises due…
Evil is past due…
So I laugh through my own silent clashes…
I waiting…
Bring it on to the door…
I told him years ago that…
I promised the man above when I was sitting in that cell box…
That…
I’ll never ever pick up a gun unless I really really got to…
Pop goes these weasels…
I saw there heads go pop…
I wish I could pull the nails off my aging stigmata…
Fine Devine wine spill on my forehead…
I felt free for a moment…
Till I wulk up in a coffin, coffing out my trials and my tenction…
From the heat burning my souls absences…
So tacky…
To death I say…
Spare me the teasing and bull…
Just read my lips…
Bring it on!
Just give me a dose
So I don’t overdose
Forget it
Let me comatose
Crochet my fingers into a rope
Mind locked its self behind the door
So how can I get out
Let me win
I’m stuck
Throw the sheets over my only motive to live
Give me a dose
So I don’t overdose
The mind says overdose instead
Hands shake when
I pick up things
Even a cup to drink
Fabrics drenched in Arabic coffee
Warm
Opposed to hot like I wanted it
I left it sitting on my table for to long
Eyes like rockets fuel burning
Under smoke
Trying to get a taste of a second hand
Slapped away
I don’t want your created pavement
To curl up on anyway
Give me a soft couch Cigarette in my mouth
Comfortable
And a small dose
So I don’t overdose
Stopped searching for the lost lists of me
Indeed I be the unholy
I know it
Sometimes to bold to be told
I have only days to live
Without cancer
I’m the cancer and a council
Of councillors in my surroundings
Funny how I can be a councillor yet, I can’t council me
Can’t nobody
I can’t use myself to cure
What I am
Or nobody
Placad at my face values like valumes
Antipsychotics
Together
Then face my low values
Phrase it to graze on my
Pains immortality
I battle with everything, anybody
People just don’t understand
You couldn’t ever understand a person like
Us
So stop
Persons like me just need
You to not
Just be there to hold
The mental and grow
Pleaded no sympathy
Fractures the light that once to glow
Just listen to me
Whenever I ever
Need the me time to wait for our time
Speak in a small dose
Because to be honest
I’d rather just overdose
Then to be told
I will be ok
Just give me a small dose of
Being there
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 
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