Mississippi River

What can I do…

When the feeling is so mutual…

I see you…

Ducking and hiding…

Don’t blame me for not noticing…

Just noticing you

Apologetic…

Heavey magnetic…

Inner drawing…

The energy…

Energetic…

Holding a bright catalog…

Like listening…

Hearing pipes sing like…

Old apartment heaters…

Tink tink tink…

Description is some skin…

You only see in the Amazon…

Tribal eye balls…

Might cause a…

Fire disired…

The pressure in my legs up…

I’m getting hot…

I need a check up…

Check me out…

I’ve walked through a…

Brick wall…

Looking at the body of…

Thick sliced spring water…

Signals in my mind jammed…

Like you through a chaff grenade…

Damn your so beautiful…

In your body is a outrage…

In a salad,dressing bowl of…

Fresh everything…

Even miles…

Uneven…

Eventually smiles…

For one reason…

Eye contact…

Roy Ayers (Everybody Loves The Sunshine!) 1976

“My number 1 favorite soul song solid!!”

 

 

My song…

Peace and soul…

You feel the beat…

Like the sun on your back…

No sun screen…

For art thou melonin…

Crazy talk…

Fixed into lady earth…

Damn you looking good in that sun dress baby…

Fell from one heaven…

Two eleven…

You choose to move into my blessings…

Bragging to myself…

I couldn’t help it…

The wealth is…

In the eyes of…

All elements…

List to this solid…

Beat…

It’ll tell ya…

All you women and fellas…

Tunes from Omega…

 

Tropical

I hunger for…

The troubled playmate…

Straps around…

Heroin tracks surrounding…

Love taps…

The vein perhaps…

The shame of still living…

Her entrapped in…

As I am the…

Penetration of the orchid…

From the back end….

No issues…

Surface swollen…

beneath…

Some…

Afternoon…

Or morning…

In the yard is…

Hopscotch…

lollipops…

Sweet dreams…

Ambien circumstances…

Till I’m asleep…

We practice….

Hollow minded…

Earth wind and fire…

Dietary elementst…

I’m the one…

The flame…

That…

Framed…

Indentations…

Instantly…

Thumb print Mark’s…

Left…

Marking territory…

With in this vision…

Witty…

friendly…

Toe nails clutching…

Into my skin…

Finger nails broken…

In…

Burglaries…

Till my back bleeds…

Exits leaking sin…

Don’t you ever…

Have mercy on me…

I’m your King…

You…

My Queen….

We being descendants of those…

From our creator…

The perfect match maker

Wake up…

Shes…

Spinning around…

In her own quivers…

She takes the shirt off…

My body’s…..

Greeting the bearer…

of skin…

Softly rubbing aginst…

Mine for connection…

With no braw selection…

Or maybe some…

Bright orange color…

My eyes had missed it…

The spice in between…

Her notebooks pages…

Cracks heavy metal…

In her diary…

Entries…

As she pictures…

Me…

Old Maverick

No

I spyglass

 

Rations

run low

 

It snows after

 

Basic

becomes

a privilege

 

No longer

your time

 

No matter what

tragedy comes

 

It’s ok to be

afraid

 

To

be petrified

 

If you decide

to be like

the cube

you can’t move

around

In

 

That small room

 

Trapped

 

Doing the

samethings

others

Do

 

Strip your self

 

Everyones words

shouldn’t always

be

understood

 

Expressions

of mind

shouldn’t

Even

lay

 

Next to perfect

 

Your

more then

perfect

 

When you

decline

 

Perfection

 

Burn

the

paper

That pen

 

Then tomorrow

write again

 

Love yourself

more

for

the fuck up

you think you are

The U.S. Zoo

“Artwork done by me.”

 

 

 

Mistreated!

How can you!

Even call yourself!

A God fearing!

Dropping kids!

In!

Private prisons!

 

Killing fields!

 Domestic terrorism!

The people in power!

Ignore symptoms!

Throwing focus off!

Those beautiful!

 Hard working!

Human beings!

 

Crossing over!

The border!

 

They have no say so

Over there

Own kids crying!

 

Dieing!!

DIEING!!!!!!!!

DIEING!!!!!!!!

 

Having!

No say so!

From hundreds!

Of miles!

Away from!

 

 

I want to cry!

Sometimes!

If it were all the time!

 

 

I want to!

Seriously!

Adopt!

Every last child!

Torn apart!

From there families!

Bring those families!

Up higher!

Reunite them one by one!

With!

There!

Mom’s and dads!

If I could rob!

The government!

For a billion dollars!

They would  all!

Have free housing!

Health care!

From the harsh!

Brutality!

Violence!

Turn my self in!

To authorities!

Just to give them all!

A better running starting!

For the chance to smile!

 

 

No more badges!

Or round ups!

Like wild animals!

Torn apart from!

labeling!

Crying for freedom!

Seeking asylum!

For every childs!

Grand future!

 

 

 

Envisioning!

Violence!

When they dream!

Problems!!

They see!

 

 

These are not!

Sick dogs!

Or!

“Look at the flowers!”

Till blood falls! 

 

 

They will never be!

 

Treated!

 Unfairly! 

Inhuman element!

By sick disturbing!

Badges!

Handed over from!

Racist!

Politicians!

 

“Let those kids speak!”

Stop covering!

There mouths!

If you notice!

There Families never!

Get the chance!

To be heard!

By a reporter!

Riddle me that!

God!

I hate being a American!

 

POVERTY!

WAR!

THE STRUGGLING!

THEY ONLY SHOW!

THE ATTRACTION FOR TORRISTS!

FUCK FACTS!

FUCK STATISTICS!

YOU WELL NEVER FEEL OUR STRUGGLES!

TILL YOU COME HOME WITH US!

VISIT……….

💯💯💯💯✊✊✊✊

 

 

My Next To

light breathing on my sunshine…

Nurtured her smiles…

Like a new born child…

There is love there…

No replacement stairs…

Basking in the silence…

Hatred impaires…

Cry the salt into the pot…

I guarantee…

You will grow alot…

Lifes an eye…

Loose Screws

(A oldie right here)

 

Discarded…

Brave hearted…

A combination of Wellbutrin and dilaudid…

If I was ever your target you missed…

I’m heavily bothered…

Disconnected from life like your phone charger…

Pardon me…

Fuck it…

Why call her…

Like a poor man turned robber…

Screaming, crying inside like your new born daughter…

A lingering life of violence that wont move with out a starter…

A hovering presence of death that stays behind me like a stalker…

One thing that I hate in life is a loud talker…

Go head and get your gun boy so I can finish what you started…

You just broke…

Didn’t ask for help…

Now you starving…

I rose  from the bottom of the trash can in the streets like a bag of garbage…

Don’t get aggravated with me lady…

I promise…

I wont harm him…

If he ever swerves out of his lane again…

I’ll correct him like a problem…

Eventually if you keep throwing rocks at a humble giant for to long…

You will be dearly departed…

War is for the wolves not sheep…

You’re a grown ass man….

When you go get dutch’s and cigarettes from the corner store…

You still get carded…

You still wet behind the ears…

Me…

I’m just discarded…

When Opposites Become Alike

You too close to me!

Give me twenty feet!

This is your warning!

For those concerned!

Shhhh!

Everyone quiet!

I’d love to give a special toast to my anxiety.

My minds panic fuse blown since birth.

We’ve Been together for so long.

Over thirty years!

You’ve kept fist swinging on every and anything alerting to my senses.

When you and anger team up.

You’re a tool for actions unexpected times unexplainable.

I know you better then all and this toast is all to you my love.

I hate loving you!

To Succeed At Light Speed

On top of a cold mountain peak is where you’ll find me. The freezing temperatures are like a father. My insulated winter coat hugs me like a mother. Three months it took for me to see. The very top of the mountain peak. I’ve always went where no man would dare go. Even if it meant walking through six feet of thick white snow. Their were no seven dwarfs at the top. Just a flag from someone else marking the rarely seen spot. I’ve made it through so many avalanches. At least up here I don’t have to pay taxes. I went straight to the top like your favorite hit songs. Doing what I had to in order to survive the blizzards and snow storms. I’ve seriously came far enough in my life. To me this is only half way. I’ll keep walking as far as the skylines the very next day.

I know I’m only human but nothing will ever stop me!

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. ✊