A Chefs Thesis

A chefs thesis

Moving hills…
I need some…
Dramamine…
to smooth…
out these bills…..

Inhumane folk tails…
I can be to…
like Pecos Bill…
I’m…
Built to sabatoge…
lives…
That how I feel…….

Live from…
David’s shield…
No weapons formed…
Against me will……..

I might go crazy if I relapse off. The smells of fear on the upper tiers. praying for my enemies. They know not nothing of how I was built. Or how things can get real. Prices up and down like broken digital scales. That’s life so…. Keep it moving or give ’em hell! No obligations! They say we are bad influences. To raise our boys to become men. Well……. How the fuck can they become men? Our world is a Ghetto. Not letting anybody walk in or leave out. Ghettos of the world, slums, beat up stray cats and loose dogs. Survival is what is tought before we could even tie our shoe laces up! I want our people to live free! To breath fair air! To drink water that’s clean. Kick bad habits that plague our broken dreams. It seems to inhabit the planet. To witness to habitats we damage. From see men and women slaughtered! Raped, robbed or tortured!
To all my slums and ghettos in the world! places going to war over territory’s that are there’s. Politics and drugs! Hunger can turn people into gangsters and thugs. The only gangsters we know are the founders, the worst police and crooked judge’s!

Listen!

I don’t give a fuck if you from

Yemen
Eastern Europe,
Sudan ,
Palestine,
Thailand or India,
Uzbekistan, Pakistan, Kazakhstan
All the stans,
small towns in Russia,
Uganda, Nigeria,
Tanzania, Madagascar,
Toronto, Alberta, Newfoundland,
Nunavut territories.
Detroit, Baltimore, chi town,
new York and buffalo,
New Brunswick, southcentral,
watts, Inglewood,
Compton California,
Mexico, Venezuela, Brazil
Haitian or Cuban,
Jamaican
Trinidad & Tobago,
Peru, West Indies, puterico,
South africa, Somalia,
Iraq, Iran, Israel,
Mongolia,
Afghanistan,
Cuba,
Germany,
Southeast D.C,
Virginia,
Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Tampa,
Orlando,
The Turkish,
Indonesia,
The whole world has slums and ghettos! Let us Unite with each other!
For the future of the children, our wellbeing, our families if we have them!
More…
More…
More…

I’m From L.N.G. Part 2

Baltimore City is running out of yellow police tape and chalk making grow men run jumping gates.

DON’T MISS!

If you do…. that’s your ass in a sandwich bag. Toes neatly tagged up by white cold rose men.

THERE WILL NEVER BE A END!

True blue and red, blue and red riding through the hood up beside you. Hungry and blood Thirsty nomes with helpers surrounding you. Taking whatever is reliable. Please… They don’t ask for license and registration. Never run off because they don’t do no chasing.

CAGING INSANITY!

Explaining the other side of what you never see on t.v. Is hard for America to understand. A nine year old boy broke into a house. Stole a gun… Shooting every thing up. The poison they’re feeding yall. They’re feeding us…

DON’T TURN AROUND IN THE DARK!

Anybody on the street asks you a question or has a Hoody on over their heads. Don’t say anything back if they speak. This is my only warning. Mind your own… Keep on going!

THE ENDLESS HUSSLE!

Wet razor blades with crack  cocaine  residues. Chopping away at the eight ball on the glass table. All around…. Gunz are loaded. No Jehovah’s witnesses ever knock on these doors at ten in the morning or closest of closest kin will be morning.

DUSK IS ALWAYS HEAVY! I FEEL SMOTHERED!

Give me some air! All in a plastic bucket. So I can divide it amongst my brothers in company…

Only me…

Only us…

L.N.G………….

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!

The Wall Between Us By Cameron Chin

Young men fighting wars built off lies while refugees flea for their lives, Fathers clutching their children and wives while bombs drop from the sky only for their access to be denied. Where’s your empathy? Sounds like privilege to me, who are you to decide weather someone lives or dies? You wonder why people hate us, instead of welcoming with open arms we point our firearm and stand alarm. For what? Fear? You were born into a life people dream about at about night, you will turn your back on the needy but steady feed the greedy. Where’s your compassion? Where’s your morals? Stop being so entitled! Forget about being a citizen of the U.S.A for a second and think like a plain human being. We are supposed to break bread and give a helping hand to those in need, no matter the color of your skin, the country you were born in, the language you speak or your ethnicity. WE ARE ALL HUMAN!!

I just write whatever comes to mind. You can like it, love it or hate it! Let me know what you think about it.

To The Disgraceful And Unfaithful Fathers Of The Unwanted

This one here is for all the good single mothers I appreciate your true strength. I love you all!

That man…. The man that helped in creating the child that you both received. He left you to take care of all their needs. To you so called men. You are all just boys in a playpen. Trying to make your way in her life with fake words of love. You got you chance in and didn’t use a glove. When you’ve entered the womb it was her special and sacred place she gave to you. She thought you would be the man to stay and rule. You two faced rat! With spoken words of lust to cheat the game of life. Manipulating her to give it up. You foolish human with all the traits of satanic tendencies. You turn Eve against man. Leaving a good man with no chance of ever wooing her no matter how much you’re real with her.

You have to understand her mental pain and scares. The boot prints left behind that ran out on her relive a bad past. Making her challenge her worth and place in earth. Thanks a lot to the cowards that turn women off to a real start. With a man who wants a real commitment. A man that will be there and love his women and child with with imperial care. To the mothers and the mothers of fatherless sons and daughters. The ones that were created with no bother. Left to the beautiful and strong mothers to raise them. She loves them and will put nothing above them.

The most beautiful creation in the world is life. He took it for granted. Left y’all alone and stranded. One of the worst things in a kids eyes is when they see another kid with both parents.

Him!

You poor excuse made in God’s imsge. Tarnishing the minds of women. Running out on his own damn children. You fucking discuss me! Do you know that the almighty can see. So I sit here giving my high praises to all the mothers. The single parents. The true worriers of our creation. Taking us and raising us from babies to adults. Disppite our emotional handy caps.

I LOVE YOU ALLL!!!💐💖💎😘

Oh ya! To the little boys who call yourself men. Ya I’m talking to you!!! If you want my address I’ll kindly give it to you. If you gain the courage to show ya face to plea your case. I’ll personally beat the taste and cave ya face leaving shattered in all places. That’s even if you can make it on my block without some kid carjacking you or shooting you at point blank. Fuck you and all your excuses your a disgrace.

For real thought! If you want my info. Go to my contacts and email me and I’ll give you my where abouts. By the way… I’m a real man and if you go throuh my directions and actually meet me. I’ll play far…. That’s my word….

I’m not joking or playing so contact me I you dare.

Take A Picture Of My Words And Frame It

Can I keep it real with y’all? I just want to touch the stars. Break down the walls that divide me from my true purpose and cause.

I want to be appreciated for once and never hated. I would like a family created with a lovely like minded lady. Properly educate our babies so a better life can be paved for them.

I would like a day where I literally don’t have to fight for my life. Dodge bullets that fly like bats at night. Find the one that is or isn’t my type and be the one to hold her tight.

I would love…

A day of peace…

A day of relief…

A day with out deceit…

A day where someone really loves me…

A day when the police let be…

A day in the life of me…

A day in the life of she…

A day where I can finally feel free…

Legitimacy…

Free like no restrictions on my way of living…

Free like a love that is mine and will share her sugar with me all the time…

Free like a soup kitchen for malnutritioned figures from a church in my hood that I will not mention…

Free like a peace of mind given with out me asking for permission…

I just want to be anyone but me…

That’s being truely free…