Salt and Mud

You left me stranded

So I drowned in
Gun fire, Jack Daniels
And 40oz”s

Drama, flying saucers
Bullets lost in
brick walls

Lodged

In house furniture
Sold out slugs

Copper tops tree top
Pirus

Cookie cutters

My Dimu called
Them bookie
Butters

Like he
Had a speech
Impediment

Thats just Blood
edicate

Raised hell
A bit

To intelligent

In a cell a bit

Letters never
Sent never
Touched

like
They were
Celabate

You
Never sent
A letter back

The child
That was once
Beaten blue

Brused for
For nothing

By you

Clutching a belt
Shaped as a “U”

Ungrateful
And unfaithful like
Samson

So

I stay absent

Like you

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!!!








Oh Heaven’s Ta Betsy

Rusted mind…

With a IQ high…

Swerving over lines…

Like a drunken fool…

Morgue dipping skinny…

Ignoring them organs playing…

Sewing the music back up…

No back up dancers…

Back away from thee desaster…

Terminally fake tongue of plastic…

Serious will never be your expression…

No one takes you…

Genocide the hearts…

In your brain cells…

You killer…

You did this to yourself…

Own your responsibilities…

Driving that Chevy through…

The birds nest…

Poor birds of deference…

Cash from the crook…

You know who I’m talking about…

Give it back!

Times up!

Oh Heaven’s Ta Betsy!

☝     ☝        ☝   ☝

Pages Of Deja Vu

My dreams when I lay hung from trees from painted face.

Will I ever grow traces of lifes born crisis in order to let go of my camouflaging?

Shaking in a corner with news papers on the floors.

I saw ever homicide I’ve seen…

Faces I can’t ignore…

From 5 to the age now at my door…

The race car crash past!

Cell extractions with batons, shields and mustard gas…

They used chemical warfare on us…

Now that’s what I call domestic terrorism…

Pissed off ready to hurt enybody in my vision…

They took away all my priceless valuables…

Even the pictures of my family members…

Mistaken identity on identified the right rong guy!

They planted dope on us and fucked up our records…

Being on a wanted list at 14 was my ambitious way to make bad memories…

They all payed…

I’m still in pain whenever I do finnaly sleep…

Dried up tears on my black pillow cases try to still fit in as a civilian.

I still get anxiety from hearing certain noises…

Still judged when they don’t even no him…

Ask him…

He will tell you…

Just stay for a while and I’ll give you my story…

Pain Killers

I died today…
Rest in peace…
So sad my life
ended like it started.
Addiction…
I couldn’t shake
it so I dissolved
in my own bag
of brown sugar.
The pain it wouldn’t
stop, the flames
were very hot and
I’ve stained the
minds of lots,
but only after death.
No pot to piss
in so I stole yours.
Bewildered…
Kicking in door
after door only
to find more
problems on
the other side.
Your irresponsible
lectures turned me
out. Making me
heartless.
This is evidence
that supports
and confirms
my statements.
I laid on her
stomach at
night rubbing
my fingers on
her cesarean
scars and she
took her
pocket knife
that was already
stained with
her past lovers
blood and
stabbed me
in the back
and twisted
the blade
until it broken
in my flesh
to create
more pain.
I didn’t die
from that.
I died because
I loved for
one second to
many and
turned my back.
That was
the first time
my tears created
acid that
dropped in my
hands and burned
away the calluses.
I am so glad to
be dead.