The Transparent Insurgent

An chaos erupted in the mind of the corrupted don’t interrupt him while he pours his gin.

Sitting back in the back seat acting as if he’s napping forgetting that he never sleeps they were speechless!

As he witnessed the setup taking place in the face of the blaze of rage with steel being pulled out the babies car seat then discharging.

I beg your pardon! He said… So they put gloves on instead hoping out of the car spinning lead like they were weaving spider webs.

Being a mastermind was his only crime seeking the death penalty in many. Perfectionist… After they emptied out their easy bake ovens peeling muffins knocking blue berries out disgusted.

The napping man that wasn’t watched it all from the back seat of the car like a hollywood star. Hands never getting dirty as hand sanitizer was his number one endorser.

Now what he sees he’s seen since a bean now a grown stalk that produces a dark art immune to violence of the highest capacity. Loaded magazines sounding off the forth of July. No lie!                                  More truth than the story of sojourner truth. Was a victim… Truth! Of a broken system… Truth!                                                 See… You can’t blame him or play him for he is the silent commander of Well organized soldiers. Turning pebbles into boulders. Don’t forget what I told ya. The mastermind always faked his or her slumber so please don’t end up a number. Just listen and pay close attention. Henchmen, tension,  realizing his mentions and intentions on being missing but visually visible.

All eyes on the quiet ones…

Notice that the ones with their tongues out always speak the loudest…



The Bad Old Days

Been giving out free caskets since I could remember.

Ive been cornered by the government and came out swinging.

Life wasn’t like a box of chocolates so you can save that fairytale shit.

I watched fiends in the hallways light up the bottom of spoons.

Water on the stove boiling pots dropping ones and twos.

Teenage killers with automatic pistols laying you in the ground just for your shoes.

If you were light than your pockets got ripped off with claws sharper than my dress code.

If you were weak then you would fail your class for life sleeping.

If you were strong then you got welcomed with open scars.

No food and no lights on at home.

Breaking and entering…

Home invasions…

I guess you done got sick of starving.

Getting older taking over drug infested corners for power and order.

No more boiling hot dogs until they split.

No more can goods or food stamps yet our occupations ain’t legit.

Ma ma don’t cry…

Tears get wiped from her face and eyes.

No one ever wanted to take that test.

I’ve been giving out free caskets until there weren’t any left.

Better re-up……,



Broken Dinner Plates And Miss Information

I kissed her on the bus stop bench. Her lips tasted like karma… I mean caramel. She miss four busses that night in my to my touches. Pointed to stars in the sky watching them die. Sky scrappers turn into unfinished papers written by the hands of Cupid. I was so stupid… Savage and ruthless… No tattoos but many scars to prove it. She knew it… She got cold and unzipped my green north face jacket and wrapped herself up in it. My chin was where her head had been. She looked up and diabolically smoked at me. I asked her what she was smiling so hard for? She just said… I don’t know I just want you around more. Sweet like sugar straws but she was lethal like shooting up raw. She always knew just how to find a good vane to stick the needle in. A feisty little demon blind of betrayal and it’s purest form. The last bus came and I started to feel strange this was a feeling I just couldn’t explain. I felt cold steel under my chin and seen a been flash at the end then she said with that evil grin. That’s the last bus you’ll ever see for cheating on me!

To be totally honest… Believe it or not….

I never ever cheat for any reason on any season. To me that’s worst than not breathing. So I just closed my eyes and waited for her to squeeze it…………..


The True History Of The Real Gangstaz

We say good morning to each other in the evening. That means we had a good smooth and easy day. We stress… I guess this is all the thanks we get. I can remember a time in history when we designed and built the white house for the president. For free! Oh that’s a fact! Google it… Just know that No matter what you can never Google the pain and suffering from my ancestors. All the true pain they’ve indured. Satisfiying the masters every need by force… Anything he or she wanted or needed!

I won’t even go there though. Slavery of my people was one of the most devastating times for us in American history. Let’s not forget the savage genocide of the American natives. Just a friendly reminder, to tell the truth I don’t even think my native brothers and sisters of the country even called their land America as it was stolen from them. (Thanks for giving) So let’s just call them natives of the land that once was their home…. Taken like a strong arm savage robbery… Oh and did I mention no one was ever prosecuted for there inhuman  crimes against all that wasn’t them….


Are they so blind that they left there own people behind? The people that never asked to be here. Forced at gun point taking men, women and child snatching the babies right off of the mothers nipple. The kids sold to the highest bidder.

Then through history being treated like the lowest of the low. A black American couldnt even stare at a person of the opposite color with out deadly consequences to follow. We had to drink water from some where else and go to different restrooms and go to all black schools. If we didn’t it would have either been jail or death. Our lives were never pretty. Our fathers fathers fathers never really owned any…. We all stand strong no matter how beaten, bruised and broken we are… We are strong… I guess the quote “Divided we stand united we fall” was a lie too… Till this day we’re still divided and falling by ourselves to poverty, prison and bullets from police men. From the very beginning to now… Still no reparations for all the rape and the culture we lost along the way.

Thanks American!

Thanks for not acknowledging the real gangstaz of history.



Smile For Me

Someone today asked me a question that I’ve been hearing my whole life. Why don’t you smile? She was sitting in a chair on the porch with company. I look up at her mean mugging and kept walking.

Why don’t you smile? I’ve been like this since a child. I grew up in a family that was very wild. I never had a chance. Walking around with my fists balled up. The person that was supposed to protect me always beat me with a thick belt or his hands. So tell me how could I trust another woman or man. I’ve had challenges my whole life. Moving from apartment to apartment even some times at night. I never could make friends manifesting my anger within. From the apartments to different schools to different streets I dealt with heat and shady folk wanting to beef. Fist fights, shoot outs in my teenage days. My life could have been lost in a blaze. No matter how much I hurted I never received hospital service. Flash backs from shell shocked bad boulevards and blood stained candle light visuals left on the blocks. Some times it mentally and physically hurt to walk past some spots. Thoughts of close friends whose lives tragically came to a end. Often days and months in and out. I’ve witnessed many deaths and had many tests in life. So over time my experiences became my facial expressions. From jail to jail causing my life to derail. Some days were bad and some worst. There were some good days,  but just more bad than good. Then I met a women who I thought loved and cared for me. In the very end of some relationships I just would find out there sneaky and immature…. Need I say more…. that was just the beginning….

Why don’t you ever smile….. Hmmmmn…. I don’t know. Maybe because my portfolio is filled with a horror show…. That never ends… I don’t know…

The Pink Star Diamond

Rare… Not to be confused with anything other.

One day you will be the mother of my…

The attraction is always greater than never less.

Your words alone can carve a stone heart in to a statue of a loving man.


You will not be a dream…

Although you seem…

Adding the coal from a sweet soul to my buning yerning furnace.

Fermenting out love for ages preserving greatness.

To stay resurrected and never corrected.

Check it….

Even if you were Ralph you couldn’t wreck it.

You’re so much more than rare.

I need you to be my air,                                                                                                                                                                              I am breathless with or without you.

What do I do with you……

Extremely…                                                        Needing you…                                                    Planting young seeds to bloom…                I Hope you like these ruby roses…              Rare…                                                                   You are my…                                                       Last stop to the first organic finish line.   Don’t break me, just take me…                       Away…                                                                   All inside you for my private tour…          This is my home forever to roam…            Free at last laying my head…                        On golden breast to rest…                             Silent never to be told again…                      Only showed…


.45 caliber

Under cover plain cloths police were on their way to a apartment to serve a warrent for his arrest.

The officers weren’t wearing their police chain link badges outside their shirts as required by their superiors. They didn’t even look like cops.

They drove up to the apartments and hopped out there un-marked vans and cars in loads try to wash their so called dirty laundry.

On the other hand… The supposed suspect herd noises outside so he got up and peaked out of the blinds on the window and he saw a bunch of men with guns.

He tured from the window blinds and said to his lady friend who’s apartment belonged to her “who is all of these motha fuckaz out side?”

The plain clothes officers that were dress like stereotypical thugs with backwards hats and baggy jeans.

Ya…. Not much fashion sense but in there defense it was the year 2000 and this was common.


The plain clothes officers advanced to the apartments door where the suspected target was.

Two minutes later gun fire erupted like a volcanos in Chile. The supposed suspect didn’t know if the men running up to the apartments door where trying to kill or rob or worst to him and his lady friend.

They didn’t at all look like cops! The officers then started exchanging gun fire with the supposed suspect like misinformation.

Bullets ripping back and forth putting holes through the air smacking the glass windows and the walls and doors of this apartment.


Did these officers even think?!

There could had been children or animals in this women’s apartment.

But I really don’t think they even cared since they started shooting first. The supposed suspect had his two .45caliber autos squeezing there triggers rapidly like they were his first love.

Two officer were servearly injured. The supposed suspect put his guns down and surrenderd then the officer ran in the apartment and yelled at the lady and the supposed suspect to get on the grown and hand cuffed them both.

The officer then stood over the suspect and shot him 12 times while he lies on the ground in cuffs screaming helplessly.

The suspect was denied medical treatment till hours later….

Then they took him to central booking for processing.

Now! Did I mention that he didn’t know these were officers.

Oh ya! That’s right! There is no self defense law for black people. Your ass is going straight to jail no matter what the situation is.

I ask….

What would you have done in this situation?

How would you have handled it?

Men dressed like goons running up to your house with no badge shown. With regular cars pulling up to your where abouts. Not announcing they’re officers.

How would the situation gone with you?

I’ve Moved On But Don’t Forget That I Can Still Do You Wrong

I ain’t shit!                                                          I cannot change my past. Never changing like the number 8. Know matter how much you shape it. Rewinding the cassette tape till it breaks.

I’m still paranoid!                                             Still looking through the blinds in the house till they get stuck in the same position like that. Still chocking the air out of old memories till his Adams apple cracks.

There are still peaces of me that want to make my enemy’s bleed. Fragments of the fragment of your imagination that you picked up and thought I was of a weak breed.



Don’t make me pull this knife out of my sleeve or just break your jaw leaving the pieces flying like hurricane debris. Sometimes I still feel like I’m a young buck again and I can take over corners like back in the early 2000. All the money in my pocket is dead like the mens faces on them.

I might have changed realizing I must over come my past life by every inch of gains. When I think of all the lives lost and close friends and associates that all have life sentences. I think to myself knowing God put me here for a valuable reason. I never will go get the past or even those promises made. I going to continue to walk forward leaving my old days and bad days like I graduated to the next grade.

Put Your Hands Up! This Is A Kiss Up!

More wet kisses please… That’s my cup of sweet tea. Please me with every inch of your juicy begging lips.

I don’t care if there is lip stick or lip gloss pardon my smarts. I want those kisses that I faught for. A bright sun filled window opens my eyes to your blissfull kisses of rich loads.

I unload kisses back all around your navel while you lay for me able and willing to transform my hopeless romantic heart into Christmas eve.

This time I’m the child that got all the presents I asked for. Your presents is all I ever wanted in a women shining like my three gold teeth. My kisses tickle your chin with my goatee.

You love it….

I love it…..

My dearest sweet kisses to my misses. I won’t miss this. I love it!

Fading Nostalgia

I’m fresh out of the house of corrections. Back up on the block. Dodging torpedoes and the crooked time out.

Thugged all the way out. With gold teeth shining almost blinding. It should be a crime how fly I am right now.

Beef and broccoli timberlands. Brand new unlaced so they won’t choke. North Face jacket with hard plastic in my pocket.

Boot cut jeans. I couldn’t do that tight skinny jeans shit! My brown and green sweater from old navy.

My brown gap hat with courage imprinted on the front. Cell phone going off on my hip equals more money.

I was 22 or maybe 23. Somehow I must have known magic. I litterally made a quarter million disappear. I ain’t going to lie though… Somehow I miss those days when all of my guys were here.

We took a picture that day. It was 32 of us. If I could take that picture now. There would be (not including me) there would be only six of us…….

I guess death and permanent incarcerating knew magic too. I kind of Miss those days when we would all walkthrough the streets 30 deep.

We stopped cars walking to the gas station. I miss my guys….

R.I.P. All the guys! Free all the guys too!