Life is a scrimmage
Getting ready to pull
Out….
pop! pop! pop!
Tendencies!
Non stop!
How to shoot
Then lay low from!
Your brutality!
Like hiding a stain
On gradma couch…
You cant!
You know
She going to
Find it!
As you do!
The word already
Got out!
For the law to
Come get you!
You better hope
They find you…
Before the streets
Do!
Your shoes
In the dumpster…
What did your
feet do!
Your crew is
a qazine
Best served
With
Info…
Ya…
Your real
thorough…
So you stand on
Your ten
toes comfortable!
Remember
You will always
Reap!
The sewing
Machines of
Other Dumbfounders
Like you!
Found when!
Family can’t
Guide you
Or hide you!
You’ve
Broken the very
Definition of…
what
It means to
be a real gangster…
For one…
Family always
Comes first!
You run to help
Your community
To breath!
Those in need!
Don’t take from
Someone doing
Just as bad as
you!
If you going
To do it…
Steal from
The system’s
Branch corporate
theives!
Ain’t no honors
Amongst black
theives!
Any theives!
Come together like
Gum under your
shoes…
You broken the
Rules…
Roc a bye baby…
There was no soon
For you…
being black
Attached
Mentalities relapsed+
Bloody scars that painted my
Knuckle+
War paint
Cuddles my face
I’m black and I’m
Proud+
From the
Feet to the root canal+
A tramatic opposite+
I linger in blank expression+
Eyes wide open+
without
No type of emotions+
Poker face here+
Not bluffing+
No room for let downs or
believing in something+
my
Own mental distruction+
Nothing+
It’s nothing+
Living in hell I’m use to the most, beautiful, rotton+
Sweet sorrows+
I Embraced
The reason its not to be chased+
The heathen+
Where The Grown leaks
Boyyy!
It’s some secrets in that
Grass filled nut cluster.
Only place in the City
With those many agonising.
Fuss over those plasma gases,
Erupting. The remaining broken
dreams. I’m sorry……….
For all those secrets to
Whom I was a major resident…
Of…
Seen more and, more broken
Dreams piled up in my memories…
I’m sorry…
I’m sorry that I had no compassion.
Iron wounds room, rounds, half fumigated.
can still smell the faces. The secrets…
Dribbled to dabbled.
From some grapes to raisins….
From Billboards new state
where some secrets were staged..
Loved ones missing days.
Months of sleep.
Imagine how that hard dirt felt
Keep secrets yet… Only
Those of them became worthy. the grounds creepier states… Of mind…
No capability, lack there
Of Santa’s gifts.
So many secrets
Sooooo so many secrets
That those dirty dandelions
Wanted to tell…
Even if those ugly weeds
could…
They’d become a secret to…
One of a promised action
Without the need for
Currency.
Sooo many secrets in my
Dreams! They’ll Rome forever.
I’m good at keeping
Our giant show time secrets
for you….
No matter what…
Vanished!
Oh Catastrophic
“Oh Catastrophic”
“Like us !”
Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.
This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…
War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said
Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…
I’m far beyond your reality…
Irritated response comes off as hatred…
Naw…
I just hate being me…
My mind comes off as vacancy…
It’s just a rundown trap house…
It’s just so full…
Of many things like raging pain in tall viles suffering, sins, stress and struggling…
To comprehend this life…
This fowl bitch ain’t for us…
It’s only designed for them…
You don’t think like me…
Move like me…
Get tired of trying to prove like me…
Stuck in quick sands open belly…
Up to the neck barely breathing…
Stop!
Don’t make a camp fire out of my…
Forest fire….
You ain’t me…
I’m not you…
My face looks like it’s stuck on violent… When it’s stuck on problems…
Ones that can’t be solved in…
A hard back dictionary…
Clinging to nonfictinary…
Why must I fight myself to end…
As a quotation after the exlimation…
Mark…
I struggle like no other…
Like a failed mission or a unfinished… Kitchen…
Black droors without utensils…
I’m tense all over…
In every sense…
Back tured counter clockwise from happiness…
Fuck it…
Exhaustion…
Stop breathing…
A nobody…
Will only be my legacy…
No one notices as human…
Us!
So they can’t miss who or what they never perceive…
Incurable…
“Like us !”
Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.
This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…
War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said
Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…
Locomotive Locksmith
Through my teeth.
I exhaled my strong self-esteem…
Warm air On the back of
Your neck…
No resistance…
I’m what you were
Missing…
My experience…
Hard Like wood cabinets…
Maybe like brass knuckles…
Let your Lips glistening
Like some lacker… Spreading…
Acrylic strong, vibes,
Good vibrations on
Time…
I Rubbed my stomach…
Entertainment in
for the mouth… More
Play… List…
This ain’t for play…
Rained all day
Down drapes…
A reservoir…
Shows its showers
Before the forecast…
The flowers stimuli… Dipping
Into the vase…
Model Venus…
Breaking the modem…
I couldn’t control my router…
Your soft aggression…
Undeniably…
Spitting like a cobra.
Till… The throat is filled like…
A glass of water
Protein…
Outbursts like Tourette’s…
Syndrome… Fell over
The spot like a… Comb
Over…
Flipping dirty buns in boyshorts
By hand… Spreading….
Like butter…
I can’t believe it’s not…
New angles given…
Your feet a occupational
Position…
My human instincts became…
Well…
Questionable…
Letting the beast out…
Slipping into a cloud…
Show the pipe a slice…
No mainstream artwork…
We just nasty matching nasty…
Bite size creativity sleazy, but
It creates those fabrics
That wont break a bond of order…
The kingdom understanding
No ocward…. Ness….
Bare with me
Till I charge back up…
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….
Running Truth Never Lies…
“One of my throw backs from 2017”
Nigger…
Thug…
Violent…
Scammer…
Coon…
Carpet bagger….
Minority…
Cotton picker…
Spook…
Monkey…
You people…
Dirty…
Ghetto trash…
I’ve been called it all! It doesn’t even faze me anymore! Tell me what you no about pain! I’ll show you me and my ancestors scars!
I was young when I paused and heard…
“Run nigger run!”
The color of there faces I’ll never forget…
I was 20 years old when I was beaten…
Run for what? I can’t even run for president…. I can’t even show you I’m better than! Without some folk putting down a man…
Can I speak for a minute…..
Minority….
Those words are what hurt the most… Did you forget that we came her before! Most of y’all on boats….
Oh god….
Let me shut up there! I know y’all don’t want to hear that old sad story…
Narcissist!
Nah…
Nope….
I won’t call you that or blind to the facts….
You can see!
I promise I won’t talk about that case…
I’ll just yell
“about face!”
Speaking to myself in the clear mirror about a raped race….
Just to myself though…
So don’t panic…
Can I get a witness?
What’s up my native American brothers?
What’s up my Muslim sisters?
Racism!
I think it just never existed…
So from me!
It’s just not worth mentioning….
Racism doesn’t exist….
I’m being sarcastic!
What’s up Donald trump?
What’s up communism?
What’s up to all these new prison systems they’re building…
That’s the new section 8…
Rent free…
You understand me?
Oh don’t get me wrong!
They’re building them for us…
I’m just dreaming…
Sleep walking fast to the back of the bus…
In 2017….
What’s up Rosa parks?
What’s up justice?
“What’s up Chris?”
Oooohhh…. Snap!
Justice you do speak!
Can you free all my soldiers! Free all the walls that seem to block the very eyes of the already formed generations of the blind deaf and dumb… The shameless cobras…
Let my people go!
We have suffered enough…
Witness please!
Soon again they will all be on the receiving end…
True with a side of justice is coming!
True justice is not pleased! There will be examples made to all these genocidal thieves…
Conceal your blood line please!
Im being Sarcastic again…
So wake up….
Amen…
R.i.p to all the miss treated, murdered for no reason…
Free all the victims of the broken system…
I love you all!
Peace!
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….
THATS SOME REAL GANGSTA SHIT!
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.
THE SWEEPING OF VIOLENCE OF HISTORIES GENICIDE AND BLOOD STAINED PAST UNDER A SHAIMFUL RUG AND TRYING TO KEEP IT HIDDEN FROM THE WORLD. EVERY OTHER RACE WONDERS WHY WE ARE ALWAYS SO TYPICALLY ANGRY OR BITTER ABOUT LIFE AND ETC… ETC… ILL ANSWER THAT FOR THE WHOLE WORLD…. MY PEOPLE FOUGHT THEIR WHOLE LIVES TO SUCCEED SINCE WE CAME OFF THE MAYFLOWER IN CHAINS. WE ARE TIRED BUT WE WILL STAND STRONG. ✊
.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.
Anyway….
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.
Damn!
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?
Real Gangsta Shit
Spoken from a O.G…..
I’m feed up with all the nonsence. You all need to wise up and have some sense. Not even a half of sense but a whole sense… Leave all this my color your color in the past tense. My block your block needs to stop. The only true enemy we have is the……
Us…
The decedent’s of the Black Panther Party, the Black Liberation Army. Political prisoners standing tall and strong. That’s the type of path we need to be on.
Look…
I’m not trying to preach to you all like Cyrus. This ain’t nomovie yet we are all warriors. We need to get money. Take care of our fellow brothers and sisters. Our beautiful families, community’s and so forth. Breaking us away from a imprisoned mind frame of thought that we live and pay rent in.
I’ve been with the gang since I was 14. I didn’t bang for a fashion statement. I didn’t bang to bring harm to civilians or the so called opposition. I started banging just so I could make a difference. To walk a strait path like the Black Panthers did.
Hey…
I know retaliation is a must. I know your brother took out my cousin. We need to all strengthen our minds and misguided guide lines or we will face internal and external destruction. Extinction as well as others. We must all come together as one of us. Make millions… feed the poor and educate the uneducated children. We must take care of our women or queens and princess… single mothers and our brothers and sisters. Mr and Ms or Mrs…
All this senseless killing has to fucking stop and diminish. To you so called leaders, war chiefs, kings ,almightys, and omegas… to the so called original gangstaz. Folks or Peoples nation. Need to step up and sanction or snatch the flags or stars from there ranks or reputation.
Of the miss guided BGs… to… OYGs… or however yall ranks go…
We need to take a strong stand against the extinction of our loved ones. Black, latino, Hispanic, Asian, poor, whites that are in the same boat as us… color, religion, and gender…. The agenda is to be the majority and not what they call us….. minority’s! So Called……
Let’s teach on another what the true meaning of gang was and is supposed to mean..
Bee…
So stand tall my brothers and sisters. Be gangsta enough to end the madness so we can all come together as one unified while making flags tie together a endeavor.
I have G love for all of you and yours and the future ones who walk through those doors. Let me make this my final call…
Every O.G. step up around the world…
Let’s make it!
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 
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