To Sock a Cucumbers


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…

“Why We Shoot Back”

Insanity…….

10 yr old grown men….

10yrs later…

10 become ten men…

10 out of 10, only 4 of them left..

10 year to life, some in prison for…

10 years dead or…

10 years in the feds…

4 of those 10 are left…

Those 4 even did time in prison…

For crimes they didn’t even commit…

Set up by police so it’s nothing to
Shoot back at them, before they kill
Us.

Can’t go no where, poverty issues so my family stuck.

Continuing to live life like no human being would ever want….

Never want…

As I yelled out!

“FUCKING KILL ME! I AINT GOT
SHIT TO LOSE!”

Shot down from the head, to the shoes, no one would even give a damn over lives we’d lose.

Only God knows the pain….

Of a short fuse…

As electricity cracks in the rain….

Leaving the brain to forever sink in blues…

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!