An The Rest Is Pure Psychotic

Listen close…………………………

 

 

 

The chameleons tongue can stretch to catch food…

There tongues can not guarantee camouflage…

Yet they still eat…

 

Feel free to correct me…

I’ll feel free to to care…

I feel no freedom…

So to live…

I rationalize my inner demons…

 

I’m a cool cat…

 

Black in this white like Felix…

 

I’m backing up the middle man…

Till those invisables kill them…

Those hierarchical three letters…

“In our government…..”

 

In the middle of quick sand…

I walked my way out without a plan…

You sat there in panic…

Taken alive by your own plans…

 

 

“No optimization…”

Watch my young ones start a riot…

No negative speach…

When our breathing air is negitivity…

 

 

What you think is negitivity…

Is the anger of neglected inner city children…

The old burial grounds former slaves…

And Trying to keep up with the rent…

 

 

Bitch you?

Bitch that!

You can’t bitch us!

Then lay down!

Think you going to relax!

 

taxing tax payers is our way of reaping our reperations….

If we wanted!

Shittttt!

We could just take Them…

Shake they banks like dice then break em…

 

To me….

To us…

Y’all outer realm false patriots…

lacking skills to hold us and our children’s, children, children hostages…

No more masters will exist…

soon it will be revealed…

to

the

world…

 

All my mindless gibberish………………………………..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Geronimo Black

Taking what I said out of context…

Understanding something not infront of you…

Is understandable…

Meaning…

I understand why you think and how you think about life…

I just don’t understand why people in twilight exist…

Maybe it’s to disrupt the truth from others…

Forming and leading a cult of more bullshit…

I mean…

How could you tell a war veteran how to kill…

How can you go to war…

If you don’t Trully no what for…

How can  you tell him how he should live…

If you never lived where he lived…

Learning that for some people…

The reality in truth…

Can be a invisable pill to digest…

Being that some lives for others are that pill…………

 

Mainline

Single file…

It felt like I walked a mile…

Attacked with go back when…

This is the only place I call home…

 

 

Whoever said home is where your heart is…

Be the same one to end up a target where I live…

Surprise ground hog day 40 bottle upside your head…

They’ll all laugh at you through the hemorrohage till Fields dead…

 

The kids will take your money, socks and shoes…

Sell them bitches up at the Gas station…

Hope you didn’t have on no trues…

 

because this is there religion….

 

 

Pill poppers

full throttle

popping

wheelies

on dirt bike

after the

robbery

homicide

EBT cards

and the

last call

for alcohol…..

Do you know where the fuck your children are…

I swear I wish you needed a license to be a parent…

Pinal systems over crowded with our children…

and guess what…..

They just built another one…

like I said before…

“home is a prison inside a prison so when we go to prison we feel home”

So…

Ask us is home where are hearts are?

 

The Right End

Smokey back room history…

Chain smoke gave hope…

In all types of victory…

The room where cash greens…

harvested attention…

Rhythmic hands…

Banded long Magizine extentions…

 

Puzzling grins…

Black plastic bags with…

Poppy seed dollar bills…

In…

them…

 

Rib cages holding…

Manifestation…

A hole lot of Benjamin Franklins…

To be…

Frank….

 

Set back set…

One foot in front…

Boulder decisions…

Risking your life for…

A dinner table…

 

This black room…

Was a unknown history maker…

It became my angel…

Like that song from…

“Anita…”

“Baker…”

 

The law said…

There under investigation…

Handed out papers…

with our names…

On…

Them…

 

Brothers broken…

From different out spoken…

Others…

Chapter 11 behavior…

Filed for bankruptcy…

 

I remained calm…

I stayed silent…

All of our…

First…

Second…

last names where…

Lawyer…

Lawyer…

Lawyer…

 

Smokey loose….

By the devils noose…

Say whatever you want…

It’s not what you know…

it’s what you can prove……………..

Sacrificial When Living………

Busted glass caused car alarms…

Then he was gone in 60 seconds…

 

Tree line…

Main line…

Department of corrections…

 

Just take a leap with me…

Everybody!

Everyday leap into my space…

 

G. I. Joe tought me that knowing is half the battle…

Wrong!

Knowing means battle over from the start…

Gold to bronze…

 

Repercussions anonymous…

I was a no show…

Shotgun to legs…

That’s a no show…

 

Scared to see greenish yellow under red…

That’s when you know your close to the bone…

Numb skulled bone heads…

 

I got the call…

Ten minutes later he was pronounced dead…

21 years old…

Grew tired of sitting in squares…

 

You can change…

You just can’t excape your pasts…

 

Sitting in my unexplainable conditions. My diagnosis became a grower and a shower… Toe tagged by a unsatisfactory of a nature.

S.O.S!

Where are the play grounds.

None!

Only cops patrolling… Mama outside in her robe selling ices…

Frozen!

Up the block is life… After dark can be death… Even if you seen it comming…

I said…

Even…

If…

You…

Seen…

It…

comming!

 

Positive light remains in a bullet…

Also know as the life saver…

We never choose…

This…

Flavor…

 

It’s just a heirloom…

Pardon my crimes…

See the south wounds…

Hahahaha

Killers…………..

 

 

Razors

Reservation

held in

skin

red ice

early

They picked

your seat

for you

thank me…

 

killers……………

 

Dark sparks

start cars

caused

neighborhood

terror

5 wolves

at large

all caught

now lost

thank me…

 

killers…

 

racial slurs

don’t bother

show the type

of weak

human

notice

touched my

person of

of blood

now all over

the pavement

with splash colors

thank me…

 

killers…………..

 

The Weapons

Took a walk into were I’m ruined…

Never thought I’d see you in…

Us world…

Did you know that we share…

Damn near every lone troubled…

O so stubborn…

I love it…

Im never by myself with…

This beautiful world we live in…

The frying pan on the hot stove…

Into each mentality pocket we own…

Put yourl hands in mine…

I’ll put my hands in yours…

At the same time we pulled out…

A lovers choice…

 

 

A yo…

Im lost…

Can you find me?

I maybe under your car seat…

Or in a safty deposit…

Sophisticated very…

I play dunce to fox out birdies…

Don’t panic…

This is me and you…

I aint No bear catching salmon…

I’m So sulphuric…

Your so corrosive to my feelings…

We are just going to love…

Each other till it kills us…

 

Let’s do it………….

My First Bourbon

Where was I when I was not me?

Running back to a burden…

Nothing left behind in that apartment fire…

I’m so sick of being tired…

The back pains…

Pain pills I’m immune to…

Built up…

Tolerance to not even feel…

No miller grams can heal…

I water the air with past tears…

The ones past down from years…

Breaking head lines in the city…

Bragging about the no love zones…

You will get robbed by your loved ones…

I just want to touch heaven…

Even if I can’t go…

Asking…

The women next to be…

If you leave…

Just don’t take my globe…

That’s all I own in this hell…

loud ass shots ring…

I almost picked up my cell phone…

The next cigarette you go to smoke…

I’m going to put it out on you atoms apple…

I can’t stand your incompetent nicotine…

Something I  know you need…

You just need not smoke it around me…

If I die wit you…..

Fuck it!

let me hit that to…

My ruptured blues…

What Doesn’t Kill You Only Makes You Retaliate…..

Do it big…

Or don’t do it at all….

low gift…

Small town…

Mind of an ignition bomb…

Explosion…

Instead of…

Doing something I’m good at…

I Retaliate with art focus…

Picked my book up…

Drew colors on white…

Paper…

Drew someones dead body…

On the pavement…

100 shots through paint cans…

Filled the power in mind…

Rough hands…

The real things in life…

people will never understand…

like if…

A rape was in progress…

You heard it…

Then saw it…

You took your gun out…

Dental flawsed him…

Is that a hero or a killer…

Didn’t matter because he…

Still got life in prison…

In to the rail road…

Out of the tunnel…

Magizine ejected…

Slipped in another…

I just pick my pen up…

To Retaliate…

Graphite stabbs the…

Middle finger…

Bleeding all over paper as…

A genuine peace of art…

Retaliated…

 

 

Failed At Falling

I stowaway under unexpected mind bursts…

Stuck to a exploding rockets aftermath…

Fever sweats get the bests of my evenings and mornings…

I admit that my faith can be double jointed…

No one’s favorite…

Understated…

Underrated…

I dislike my way of….

I won’t say of…

That personal information…

They can’t see you…

Until you make noises…

I play my voices on tape recorders…

“Note to self…”

leave no evidence….

My skin is just a fallout suite full of borders of angel burriers…

Test the water…

Blood baths…

Knuckle scares…

I played the star spangled banner backwards…

It said… “Nigger go home!”

I ain’t going no where until something or some one…

Takes my soul…

Retrieved the wet dipper butt naked smoke…

I remember where I was when his body fell in front…

Over done…