Tying your last tie

“I just can’t stop”

“So many tears”

“I literally haven’t cryed this much in years”

“Tears so thick”

“Tears so fucking thick”

“Pardon my language”

“My eyes welled over into trees”

You’ll never no how much you ment to me…

Your father is…

My brother….

Fuck…

Pardon my language….

I’d die 1,000,000,000 ties….

For you to take my place…

I don’t know…

All I can remember right now is…

When you were born…

I haven’t cried so hard in years…

I feel like mother earth…

I feel like “Emit Till…

I feel like “Malcolm X”

I feel like…

Fighting for all that is left….

Negro wake up…

But I know I am…

All that matters…

To me brother…

Is us…

My family…

My lasts…

My firsts…

Your child has past…

He won’t come back…

I don’t know how to feel…

So I’ll just let my tears…

Roll back in my head…

He’s on level…

Place up now…

My neff…

Stronger then I ever was….

Your birthday is two weeks from now….

My smile has burned its self down…

I’m hurting…

So bad…

If my tears could talk…

Fuck it…

They Would be bleeding instead…

It’s all in my fucking head…

Pardon my language…

Pardon…

My grammer….

Pardon the things I can’t and won’t fix…

Literally….

My ashy hands are two damaged….

This one is real personal…

Yet, I have to share it….

Get it off myself…

Crashing trying to take off my seat belt…

If I didn’t…

Post…

Anything…

Fuck it…

Pardon my language…

“To my god son Carlos jr, aka Jr”

“I will forever miss you shorrty”

“I’ll miss you”

“I love you boy”

“I’ll see you when I get there”

Touch Lines

Tooth pick short

Brush painted blood forts

Flood birds

Black crows

Creole I speak to

Gathering the facts

That makes me weak

I break chains from feet

To move on…………

 

Everyone’s lines are

Different

Lane switching in the

Newport

Smoke kills so good

Love died already

Oh how I’m so ugly

Don’t look at my egg cartons

Into my eyes raw thought

Brought heads to meet

Thoroughly forming days

That could put me on

Trial

Any day

Anyway…………..

 

Everyday

I never think

Of

Going away

I have no one left

They took everything…………

 

From thee

All praises due

I calendar mark my

Days till my death

If my debt is payed

My steps are through

Falling in plain view……………

 

 

 

 

Lines of abuse trying to abolish the truth! Of a gun shell casing! Hollow and rain rusted my taste buds! Slain layed holes in temp tags with no title or registration………

In the facile light by what creeps behind me…

Those lights…..

Or double barrel pipes….

 

I’m gonna gun it till the last mag has emptied!

These Past Weeks

The terror in my life breaths no love songs…

Chapter 11 filed on my mind.

Now the bank of evil holds it…

Bro this!

Bruh that!

Please go ahead with that bro shit!

I’m not that!

Bro…

Half of my bros have life sentences…

Locking in and shit…

Reality in there eyes is just irrelevance..

Knife fights loud till bones chip…

Screems follow from the mouths of the strongest men.

Canned goods that look like the contents of dog food…

This ain’t no fucking joke

My life is consistent with cutthroats…

No positive quotes…

That holiday dope…

Maintaining a civilians composure.

They can tell in my eyes im not a civilian.

Chameleons myself to every day people…

Till I eventually flip…

I can’t keep putting peep holes in peaks of foreheads.

So sad…

To rough…

Some days there’s tears…

Some days there is blood…

Shedding my old ways to make better days is hard…

Tough…

I do not want to be successful…

I just want to see the sun…

Standing up…

Poppy Seeds Onto Bone Gristle…

Dealing death symbols…

Never delightful to be the victim…

Fleeing took flight…

Alien car light bright…

Loud over the bull horn…

Money lag bufforing…

32 shells loaded into a tec 9…

By a child high…

One eye out for one eye…

The third eye was killed in battle…

Picked the body up rattled…

Riddled…

Shaking and tattered…

Screaming…

 

“GOD WHY!?”

“WHY LORD!?”

 

Sun Of Anubis

Thee Afro-Saudi etched in my blood…

On one side damn…

I’m eight sides of a sun…

Rocking rays on my feet…

Stepping into heat…

 

A Pen knife…

In the sharpest form…

Playing bent…

I know…

You dont…

 

A hunter that hunts bullies…

Bullies the bullies with fullys…

Then skin graph echos across your…

Door panel’s and leather seats…

Smoking!

I don’t think you here me…

 

Running chains like pin head…

I raisimg hell…

Crescent beaming off the sun…

Smoking the skin of Anubis…

Oni Bosses

Crash corse in love like politics…

B.S for lies are often the breaking.

 

..

Turn

Off……..

 

 

 

I seen you as never satisfied…

You see me as the most sweetest guy…

Why

Did

I

Try….

 

 

Aproaching was the late 80s…

A walk up aproach was easy till the…

Late

90s…

 

 

Holdings hands with ultra affection…

In public happy to pose for pictures…

That

old

kissing booth…

 

 

 

Going to the skating ring with her…

In circles falling to the music…

She laught

her

Cheeks

off…….

 

 

Comming home late to no one home…

Her come on over finger saying…

Come here

My

ma, ma

ain’t

home……….

 

 

 

Matching sweat pants and bombers…

Red bandanas sometimes…

Sometimes…

Burgandy…….

 

 

 

You cried in court…

You seen me in chains with wild hair…

I told you…

“Girl stop crying…”

“You acting like I got 20 years…”

 

Your smirk into that smile………

 

Me and you till we die…

Written on cell window plexiglass…

I came out…

Bigger and stronger…

 

 

 

You were there….

You were there….

You were there….

 

I cryed….

you told me to stop…

“I’m here…”

 

My smirk into a smile…

Rare but there…..

 

 

 

 

God don’t make ’em like you no more….

 

R.I.P  Baby Maniac 4💯💯💯💯

 

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!

☝     ☝        ☝   ☝

A Title To Kill For

Rain on boots for what!

SKS!

Rifle songs!

Took his limbs off!

T-shirts!

Deceased Faces on them…

That bubble stick blew no bubbles…

From Here…

To hell!

No fear here…

We are all use to this…

These young kids dwell…

Where unmasked terrot cards drop…

Falling out of  there black back pockets…

I picked one up…

It was the death card…

So clechie……….

 

Mainline

Single file…

It felt like I walked a mile…

Attacked with go back when…

This is the only place I call home…

 

 

Whoever said home is where your heart is…

Be the same one to end up a target where I live…

Surprise ground hog day 40 bottle upside your head…

They’ll all laugh at you through the hemorrohage till Fields dead…

 

The kids will take your money, socks and shoes…

Sell them bitches up at the Gas station…

Hope you didn’t have on no trues…

 

because this is there religion….

 

 

Pill poppers

full throttle

popping

wheelies

on dirt bike

after the

robbery

homicide

EBT cards

and the

last call

for alcohol…..

Do you know where the fuck your children are…

I swear I wish you needed a license to be a parent…

Pinal systems over crowded with our children…

and guess what…..

They just built another one…

like I said before…

“home is a prison inside a prison so when we go to prison we feel home”

So…

Ask us is home where are hearts are?

 

The Beauty In My Peace

They ain’t reaching for peace. There reaching for firearms. So they don’t die by someone elses.

I swear!

The next person to tell me that ain’t from here. To have peace or chill! I’m going to show them the murder rate. Right here where I live. Show them the caskets that these little kids are getting barrier in…

There was a candle light visual. Some enemies walk up to the mother. Of the one the visual was for. She got shot in the legs and head so she to is going home.

One of my little dudes came home from prison. Had no place to go. No where of living. He broken into over 30 houses the day he walked out.

The next day came… The police put him back in cuffs. He will be doing a longer sentence…

Peace!?

How bout I give you a peace of the bullet I pulled out of a family member last year.

The police report said he was being violent. When I was beside him. The officer was looked at us smiling…

Told my little cousin he’d be next…  I told the cop… “Over my dead body bitch!” “Try me!” They kept on riding and shit…

So let me show you a piece. Of the piece… That these killers don’t give a fuck about in my city.

The Mayor shut down 60% of the schools. To build a tourist attraction down town. Promising jobs and gave them to the college kids and out of towners.

Who never come up town…

So with all due respect…. Take that peace that I hear so dear and burn it. With the klue klux klan and that racist confederate flag.

It will always be deeper that what you no or can understand. Fuck Martin Luther King…. I fucks with Malcolm X