Browning Of The Roux


“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!!!








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………………

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….

Devoured Compass

As I sit here.

 

Burning incense

Hoping.

 

I don’t burn

This place down.

 

Burn statistics.

 

No notice.

 

I noticed I was

Burning inside.

 

My burning desire

To finish off what

I started.

 

No Not that…

 

He that has burned ashs.

 

I’m the reincarnation

Of not who I was

In the pastence.

 

Blasting!

Crashing!

 

Coarse faces!

 

Into a blazing

Mistaken glory!

 

Made a Mess!

 

Burning some

Of the rest

Of .

 

The demons.

 

I possess

A ominous

Posts

Of office.

 

Offing some on

Switches.

 

Bulbs blown

Burned out.

 

I am the sin

You always

Dream about.

 

How delicious

I am to saints…….

 

Sore Feet

I herd that…

Presentation is everything…

My presentation is everything…

My presentation was you…

 

Bringing facts to my…

Beyond what I need…

I thumb brushed…

The tears from your sunflower…

 

You almost grew tired of waiting…

Waiting for me…

Through prison doors…

The first face I saw…

 

Wasn’t yours…

I wasn’t unhappy…

I got home you where gone…

The neibors said you packed up…

 

Left last week…

I understand you have needs…

It would be selfish for me…

To try to get intouch with you…

 

Oh I tried to be strong…

My brothers gave me money…

Welcomed me home…

I was smirking…

 

Trying to form a smile…

Hurting so bad burn victim…

I bought a fifth of brown liquor…

Told my brothers I’m leaving…

 

I just walked from west…

To east…

Like ta hell with a open container charge…

I just came from behind bars…

 

I’m not proud of my scares…

I’m not proud I was lost…

You hurt me badly…

I pathetically wanted to die off…

 

Walking in the street…

Infront of moving cars…

I picked a ragity vaccent apartment…

Sat outback…

 

So drunken…

So cold…

Inserted a fully mag of tears…

Unloaded them down my face…

 

Crying in the rain…

Like a starving child…

Wishing food was there…

I sat in tears…

 

Thats how paper tears…………..

“Go Go Power Ranger”

Gone…

but never unconscious…

 

Right…

When you think what I say is wrong…

 

It’s cool…

I’ll just shut up…

 

A wise mind!

In these times…

Not excepted…

not allowed….

Pills shoved through my teeth!

I chased with idiots talking to me…

Don’t forget…

What you already did…

 

“Hold on…”

“Let me silence the muzzle…”

 

You don’t even get what I’m saying!

I don’t even understand my own lips…

Some say it’s a gift…

I say it’s my downfall…

A minds square foot…

Is measured by…

All my nevermind!

 

They talk to me…

My flame broiled mind!

Is in no hell!

I’m not in competition with…

The demons in cages!

Living in my consciousness…

 

“There there…”

 

 

They tell me till eventually flip out…

 

“I see dead people…”

 

No really…

I see dead people…

Looking me in the eyes…

Telling me to learn hebrew…

He grew to tall…

Till the rage was a mall!

Blood rushing down the escalators!

Into the dead pool…

Ruling the swim…

My sketch book of gang signs on in….

Tribes all dead…

I fear that I’m the opposite of alive…

Dead!

 

Open up the sky’s so I…

Can see the gates before I drop.

Suicide was never a choice.

I survived the hot desert!

Deserted round water I tryed to touch…

Turned into rusty mirages…

Got my shit in order…

Couldn’t dodge the bullet…

Or the book thrown at me!

By  jury’s and judge’s!

 

“Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you god?”

 

Fuck no!

 

Only God can…

Your not a judge…

You can’t strike judgement through religion…

You wear a bathrobe…

If I wasn’t in handcuffs…

I’d drown you in a bathtub…

A warped mind!

War fead…

With halal…

That!

No one believes…

 

I don’t cry wolves from my disorders…

I stay in order because if I didnt…

You would not be alive…

Merry fucking Christmas!

 

 

Lacerations All Over My Time

Forgetting I chose

to live alone…

 

My external Feeling surrounded by white walls, 2 bathrooms and a kitchen…

I hold myself as a silo tied to sheets soft like wonder bread. Nothing in easy sent next to or under my rib.

Forgetting I chose

to live alone…

 

Mind vaccent boarded up adjacent from Nonsense and fallowing false relations. Can’t trust a pretty face and ass to match.

Average Joe… I was a high ranking street organization breading ravens and crow’s. Use those two ears boy so you can listen more than you talk a statistical lie in status quo.

Forgetting I chose

to live alone…

 

Rural living is what I said I really needed to get away from the murderous heathens. Who am I fooling! To no I was raised to no longer be breathing…

She can’t live with me… She would never understand why I am this way. Damn! I am alone clutching polymer everytime I hear the slightes tone to spray…

Forgetting I chose

to live alone…

 

Understanding that I chose….

To…

Live…

alone….😧

Let’s Talk About The Valentine’s-less

Not wanting…

Deeply wanting…

To be acknowledged…

As a great love…

A great man…

A great woman…

No light at the edge…

Sitting in silence instead…

 

No lover…

No loved ones…

No sweet or tenderness…

No heart shapes…

Can enyone relate…

Does enyone have a date…

Does enyone have a mate…

 

Let’s talk about the valentine’s-less…

 

Do you choose to be…

Or are you just saying it…

Faking the faces of a joyless joy…

Inside no love lingers…

Only held back tears never graduating…

Maybe lit middle finger…

Ring finger ringless…

As you…

Watch or listen to the other love birds…

While your without…

Acting like you don’t care…

On the real…

You do…

 

Let’s talk about the valentine’s-less…

 

Sad…

Not showing it…

When they laugh…

You blend in laughing to…

In your heart saying things…

Aginst valentines brutal…

It’s all cool though…

You can step in my shoes though…

Don’t even trip…

I’m just like you though…

I understand…

I know…

 

Let’s talk about the valentine’s-less…

 

I sincerely hope if your like me…

You will find real love…

I know it’s not even about valentines…

Or stupid cupid…

It’s all about how we feel…

Those on the opposite…

Will never know…

Hey…

Don’t ever feel bad though…

There’s always someone going through it to…

Just know that some people can say they dont…

Yet…

They want it even more than you…

 

I’m talking to the valentine’s-less…

Break It Down

If I where a Christian…

Would you except me?

 

If I where catholic…

Would you except me?

 

If I red the bible everyday…

Would you love me?

 

If I had pale skin…

Would you let me in?

 

If I were Muslim…

Would you stand up for me?

 

If I were Indian…

Would you look past me?

 

If I were Asian…

Would you correct me?

 

If all lives matter…

Why is there racism?

 

If all lives matter…

Why do you hate her and him?

 

You ban people from a country that ain’t yours. She told me to go back to Africa. Would you be mad if I told you to go back to Great Britain? Or france? Or Scotland or the Netherlands?

Would you be mad if I told you I’m only part African? If I went to Pakistan… Would I be excepted there? If I borded a plain… Would you tell me I cant fly there? If I were from Puerto Rico… Would you send help there?

If I told you I’m an American… Would you tell me I’m not welcome here? Sometimes I feel like I’m not excepted enywhere… Not even by my own… Sometimes I stay isolated… So I won’t get harassed by cops…

Police is what I meant to say… Holding heat for cold days outside where I stay… Is there enyone I can trust that won’t shame me… What label am I… You broken up my ancestry… Can you even tell that I’m part Indonesian… I wouldn’t be expected by them eather… I don’t even speak the language eather…

If I were money… Would you spin time with me? I’m just the design of many cultures… I don’t matter… No race, skin color or religion will ever define me……