I’m From L. N. G.

“BOULEVARD GO HARD!!”

 

 

Riding pass…

Yelling out of there cars…

 

 

This will be…

Thee last time I’m…

Doing this role call…

 

 

Edgewood!

Midway!

Springdale!

Norfolk!

 

 

They all know who I is…

They all no…

The bizz…

Noooo jokes…

 

 

West forest park!

Fairview!

Grantly!

Garrison!

 

 

Back then…

I was terrible…

 

I was known to…

I played pool…

Alot…

Hit me up on my cellular…

For eight balls…

In the corner of your pockets…

For those corners…

 

 

I was the best…

Every sales fell in line..

For there orders…

 So embarrassing…

 

 

Liberty heights!

Chattam and Carsdale!

Denison!

North Hilton!

 

 

Scrambled boy…

In double O’s…

Ready rock city…

Where fiends…

Panhandled…

Up at the gas stations…

 

 

Callaway!

Arydale!

Wood Haven!

Bonner Road!

 

Night walkers scheme…

Strong arm robbery…

Breaking…

Entering…

 

 

Children…

With automatics…

No safty…

 

 

“Go mode!”

Carlisle Avenue!

Bateman Avenue!

Alton Road!

Piedmont Ave!

Damn brats…

Lord knows…

I love them all…

Girls and boys…

Don’t play with toys……

At the age of 14…

They are into the streets beefs…

Older men…

If you young men…

can live past there 20’s… 

You’ll be on that…

Original gangsta…

Raffled…

 

Gwynn Falls!

Ellamont Street!

Clifton Avenue!

Wallbrook!

 

 

You can get murdered…

For a small fee…

For selling somewhere…

You should not be…

A skimpy bag of grocerys…

 

 

O…

Possibly…

Get your your pockets… emptied…

You’ve been taken…

 

Powhatan!

Hanlon Park!

Allendale!

Chelse Terrace!

 

 

Looking at somebody…

For more then…

The 5 second rule…

Bullets will certainly…

Fly in your direction…

The furnace…

 

 

Fairfax!

Oakfield!

Kathland!

Granada Ave!

 

 

Rest in peace…

To all of my soldiers…

Who won’t be…

Comming back…

 

 

 

Main Ave!

Berwyn ave!

Egerton Rd!

Dorchester!

 

 

Mega hard white…

Brown sugar or that tan…

Broken down…

Into the corners…

Alleyways…

Testers given…

The early morning applause…

 

 

Berrington Rd!

Sequoia Ave!

Belle ave!

Borman!

 

 

Kidnapped…

Tormented…

Tortured…

Ransomed off…

Over white squares of…

Numbing soft…

 

Where…

Those young bucks…

Steal bikes…

Throwing rocks…

At mormons…

 

Off porches…

 

 

West Cold Spring!

Oakford Ave!

Ridgewood!

Fern hills!

 

 

Shoot outs…

Bad deals…

Bad pills…

High heels…

That wave hello…

 

 

Broad day…

Police…

The Dt’s…

Shaking up pepper spray…

 

 

Ex pills…

Percocet prescriptions…

Xanax bars…

Unpaid bills…

 

Penhurst Ave!

Eldorado Ave!

Belvieu!

West belvedere!

 

Don’t trust no one here…

Most girls around…

Are everybody’s girlfriend…

 

 

Bad…

Hearts…

Vicious Fights…

Plegue break…

Out…

Between boys…

Men…

When they find out…

Who she’s been sleeping…

With…

 

 

Intercourse…

With both…

No remorse…

She just smurks…

 

Face..

To whoever lost that fight…

He’s comming right back…

 

Wild wild west shit…

 

Rite back there…

 

 

Groveland!

Dolefield!

Elderon!

Wabash!

White oak!

Crestfield!

Yosemite!

Copley Rd!

 

Love does not exist…

At all…

 

Traffic stops unlawful…

Hand cuffs to tight…

Wrist bleeding…

Leaving permanent scars…

 

Rats can’t come back…

Thee..

Tattle tails get brutalized…

 

Wolcott Ave!

Westchester!

Miami Place!

Fordney Lane!

 

 

Hot…

 

 

Abusive relationships…

Left both…

Men..

Women..

Dead…

 

 

Long ride downtown…

Homicide building…

You better run…

Board a plane…

Something…

 

 

Grown men…

 

Well..

We had more heart then them…

As children…

 

 

Bullets flying like…

“Jiu jitsu” kicks…

 

 

Little girls..

So sassy…

With there little hands…

On there hips…

 

 

Young boys…

8 years old…

Carrying condoms…

 

 

On the corners…

Loose cigarettes…

Marijuana out on the strip…

 

“A yo”

“Holla at shorrty!”

“He got that diesel out yalll!”

 

“Big dimes!”

“Big dimes!”

 

Ain’t no picnicking…

Ain’t no romancing…

No slow dancing…

 

 

First dates mean…

Motel recipt…

Credit or cash…

 

Bring your home girl to….

 

 

 

Library’s…

No books read…

The kids take advantage…

Are only there…

Of the free WiFi …

 

 

Facebook-en-off…

Perverted…

Instagram picks…

Ass…

Tits…

 

Narcotics detectives can…

Hit the block so quick…

You’d have to…

 

“Holllldddd What you got!”

Or swollow those those things…

If they catch you…

They’ll beat you bloody…

Yelling out…

Saying things like….

 

“Open your fucking mouth!”

“Raise up your fucking tungue!”

“You little bitch!”

 

 

About…

Let’s see…

50 Dirt bikes flying through the streets…

 

 

Tinted windows…

On vehicles…

Car…

Caravans…

 

Creeping slowly down the one way street…

 

 

Deviously…

 

 

Go Grab your heat…

Out of the stash…

Or lay…

On your ass…

 

 

Pistols…

Russian assult rifles…

Pokers out…

Swung from tall grass…

Vaccent houses…

 

 

223’s…

Hollow points…

Teflon chest protecting…

Now Its war…

 

 

Midnight Half gallons…

“Jack Daniels…”

Warm whiskey…

On cold mysteries…

You feel pissy…

 

 

All night party…

On the block…

Clocked in…

trap hours…

 

 “What hood you from!?”

“Throw your sets up higher!”

No shook replies……..

 

“I’M FROM L.N.G!”

 

 

 

Two Deadly Yet Equal A True Lovers Pastence

“A Throw Back From 2017″

 

 

The Real Bonnie and Clyde…

The untold story…

Me and her were two bullets in a chamber of a 9mm. Never jamming the gun. She sat on the bed yelling to the kids running late for school. “Lets make it!”making them move faster before they left out the house.

I was on the floor with my back to the bed right by her feet. Caramel skinned complexion toes I wanted to bite. I sat on the floor counting money and putting it in the laundry basket so I can get ready to leave. She knew I still had beef with the guys up the street. They all knew that this little lady was just as tough and as dangerous as me.

She sat on the bed humming the song she likes. Loading a machine bullet after bullet. Placing each one slowly in the clip with a Newport cigarette at the end of her lips dropping ashes on the tattoo on her hip. Burgundy bandana tied around her head and a burgundy bandana around the back of the barrel next to the trigger.

God! She was as thorough as they came. My true equal finally I’ve met my match. I got up and through my burgundy and black North face jacket on. Before leaving out of the spot she looked at me with her hazel eyes with a sad expression on her face and said. “Daddy be careful out there because you know it’s hot.”

I replied back saying. “Not as hot as you are lamb chop, please make sure you hold down the spot.” she said to me. “Just call me if something goes wrong and I’ll pop up and spray the damn block up.” She would with no conscience to… I said back to her after giving her a kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry about me babe I got this thing on lock”

I was 23 and she was 27 and I kept a burgundy bandana folded up in my back right pocket with her Nick name on it….

In

Those

Days

We

Were

The

Real

Bonnie

And

Clyde…..

There is a very real untold story behind this…..

Rare

Love songs…

In the wrong…

I told her…

Dont bond me out…

 

Save your money…

I sat in there for 5months…

Came out with my plastic…

See through bag of stuff…

 

The first person I seen…

Was you…

Thanks…

 

 

Remembering the days…

Where word was the bond…

Rest in peace…

Words just create wrongs…

 

I like old fashioned songs…

Fighting for what’s right…

Heated hand figures left scars…

On me and them…

 

I trusted my sins…

My sins kept me alive…

Even when I thought…

I was going to die…

 

When I came out of that…

Fight…

The first person I seen was you…

Thanks….

 

 

 

Can I ask…

What keeps you living…

For me…

It was dope and pistols…

 

Quotes and food stamps…

Making it back up town…

Cut up…

From flipping in that car crash…

 

Naw I can’t dance shorty…

Not with this mac in my pants…

So she tought me how to slow dance…

Soon after that…

 

A true romance…

 

Did we ever do pick nicks…

Or hold hands…

Naw…

We sold nicks and brown grams…

 

No matter what….

She was allways there…

She loved me because I never feared…

So she learned not to ever fear…

 

When I allways needed to feel…

Love…

Compassion…

Some action…

Attachments…

That gave me the will of life…

One life to live for…

blocking fake soap operas…

There for you…

I’d die with you…

I’d die for you…

After that final day…

I finnaly learn to feel the rare love of a human being…

Rare love…

 

Fighting for your life…

When you looked up…

I was there…

I still am…

Love…

 

High Praises part #2

“high praises to the love In yalls hearts”

 

 

To all the women who stand up for the men like us…

This is the last thing I’ll say…

I just hope you can understand me…

 

 

A mans heart isn’t determined by what he has or the wrong he’s done.

A real mans heart is determined by him protecting his loved ones.

The sacrifices so everyone else can get what they need first.

His will to stand tall for his family wrong or right!

Taking risks for us if needed.

His word is his bond solid.

His actions not his vocals.

For Example!

Showing his love rather then saying it but when he says it he means it…

His ambition to make things right from his wrongs.

To Tell the truth even if it hurts.

To listen, take care of you in sickness or bad heath.

and more………….

 

 

To all the real women left!

Thanks for your love! Believing men like us can be better! Helping us and never belittling us because you may have more together.

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart!

Our hearts!

 

 

MAN!

To the guys who have this RARE type of situation… Don’t abuse it! Feed it nurture it and keep her! Don’t lose her!

By here excepting you…

That’s the biggest blessing!

Peace!✌

 

THE END!

High Praises part #1

“TO THE LOVE IN YOUR HEARTS!”❤👏

 

To the good women!

The real women!

To the women of a dying breed!

Don’t die on me!

Don’t die on us!

 

 

Hey!

If your man treats you right. Even if he’s a have not. Low income or no income. Till he gets the pavement under him. The momento to run on his feet.

I’ll leave it at that.

Raise you love at the card table…

When you look at a man for what he’s got. The promotion from his good job. The best of income… Great school education with no traces of incarceration. High chances are that this man can be the one for you or the one who breaks your heart.

Not saying all men like this☝. I’m saying that it’s more statistical for these types to be arrogant assholes who only care about there needs.

Hidden Gems!

The over looked hidden men. The men who need good women by there sides. Some love and attention deminishes the hot side. The women that leave motivation for you on a clean plate…

“Loyalty is Royalty!”

How I see it…

They ignore and judge the have not or hard knock… Judged before even met or to see where his head is mentally. Over looking can also lead to a something having, nothing ass man….

Something…

Having…

Nothing…

Ass…

Men….

 

I feel like a man wounded by life… Will appreciate the angel in his light more. When all he ever experienced was devilish torture. Wounded beyoned life’s choices. No Choices with out excuses until you’ve lived were that mans shoes were…

Please…

Don’t judge us by facial expressions or gold teeth… By the minimal options left he’s had… Leading him to be a over looked nothing. When he actually might be more intelligent then you think….

When…

He…

Acually…

Might…

Be…

More…

polite…

And…

Intelligent…

Then…

You…

Think…

 

God bless the hand full of women!

Who don’t care!

About that!

And care!

About us!

Still loving her man unconditionally no matter what they say…….

Thanks and high praises to the ones that are!

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED😎👌

 

Followed By Summer

I’m catching butterflies with my hands. Snatching them up quick. The scented motions sensations. It’s wings were so delicate. Also the most beautiful ,intelligent features. Then! Knowing love was in the air. Some where out there for me. Flying around me oso elegantly….

Deep in the forest. I realized I walked to far. Life transformed into dangerous! Those butterflies I mentioned! Guided me to clear safty. One butterfly landed on my shoulder then started up its glow. The air ran through my fingers like cold lake water.

She was there…

I could feel her every stair. Though I just couldn’t see her. Even if she was right in front of me! Her powerful heart beating like Congo drums. I feel her like, pulling glass from the back of my foot heel…

“Follow me loves…”

She wispered…

I asked here….

“Where!”

Then she appeared like… Myths do exist! She was the butterflies eyes staring. I knew now that it’s about to get really real! She was naked… slightly afraid… Well at first… I clothed here… In return… She set me up a path to warmth.

I’ve never felt so much pure inner beauty from a human. She was no human! She smiled!

“Follow me…”

She said…

So I followed! I just remembered something! I had a dream awhile ago! She was in majority of it!

Lead back to civilization…

She asked me….

“So”

“Is this good by now…”

“After you used me…”

I said…

“No!”

“Good buys don’t pay rent here!”

“Only forever does!”

I said…

“Hi!”

“My name is winter!”

She replied to me saying…

“My name is summer!”

“I’m your only butterfly for one thousand sun rises…”

I said…

“Then Stay!”

“Be my only sunshine…”

“Did she stay???

 

 

Shining Outcum

I picked up a towel. Wiped away the tight, strong sworming smiles that had broken out across my face. It won’t go away! Apparently the smiles are contagious. Im outrageously feeling the cravings from today’s earlier experience….

To…

Look…

At…

You…

In…

The…

Morning…

This Plane Arrived early to the sent of your hair. I was focused… On time for the teacher. Fully exposing something from me.

“George Washington”…

“I cannot tell a lie”!

Nope!

Not at all!

Not even a short one…

To…

Look…

At…

You…

In…

The…

Morning…

My legs… Around your sexy drumsticks. Your legs… Wrapped around mine so tight that we look tied together. Your legs wrap around my mind till I came back late that night.

Every thing was…

“dyno-mite!” Like jay jay said on “good times”…

With each other living next to borders of the beds space. Far out of limitations. I’m in the position to fill the twilight zone. I don’t want to ever come back from!

Dont!

Please don’t wake me baby! My fully undivided attention has enlisted in to join you. Making vibrant happiness affirmative. Cool comfirmed, comfrontations on both sides.  Who can stare in to each others eyes the longest? I blinked once… You one!

To.

Look.

At.

You.

In.

The.

Morning.

Three Simple Words To Her

You make loving you… So easy for me. If I were on my death bed. Do you know what my last words would be. To hold my hand till I go into a deep sleep.

Heroin addiction lips on slow drip into my vains. I would brake tradition by taking your last name. Three Simple words.

I love you!

You always make my blood so hot. Not overheating over achieving my goals of keeping you close. I have a big heart that’s pulsating in my eyes for you like the cartoons.

Every time you play guess who with me in your room. I want to spoil you with well deserved whatever’s. Pushing life in to better. The fumes of voodoo you use controls my bodies emotions. Making my heart swell.

I’ve got some mail for you to send. You opened your mail box. So I slide ride in to home base. Loving you I never overdose or have to detox. True to my needs and wants. I vice versa….

I don’t ever want your curse of happiness over me to lose strength. When you see me again. I want you to hug me! Kissing me with pure intent. These three simple words you will hear.

I love you!

Loose Butterflys

Utopia…

Something beyond my comprehension…

Chasing skirts with no stockings underneath them…

I quest to impress you…

I’ll slowly undress you…

In your eyes…

In your smile…

God has properly place on you…

Bright…

Watching the stars on you projection twinkle…

Sweet…

Like singing strawberry flavored candy canes…

Please don’t fly away from me…

If you decide to…

Can I catch you again…

Replacing fears of trusting another…

When we took baths…

You showered me with your love…

You are here now for me…

You…

Are…

Here…

Now…

For…

Me…

Cradle Beside You

Black bandana tied around my eyes while you introduce me across paths. You stop and untie the scarf. You enhance air quality. Enjoying the moments around my sidekick.

You stay by my sweatshirt close to the right side of the chest pains. You unvail your mirror of half innocence to me. Thin see through glass frame I wish the whole world could see.

The many ways of expressing your consistency of towards me is sort of a mythology brought to life. You are not an object. Your the equation solved to make the perfect under goddess. Alive you are to the eyes sight.

Looking at your kool-aid smile. Then you put your hand over your mouth. Revealed the ring on your finger.

I told you I love the mirror. Up to the glass kissing me without lips. I pull you like a rope close to me. My strong hands connected to your waistline. You giggle like I tickled you. Dropping kisses like mixtaps all over your black sands and clear slippery waters.

I use a raft to paddle to your…

Through your…

Then crashed blind sided by rich botanicals. Rotating us like the wheel of fortune. She braces herself for the ride for she is my crip-tonite turn vice versa travaling devoted future unfolding.