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 WILL BE HEARD! The intro to my brothers…

Silence is my best friend…

There comes a time when you must speak the peace in yourself…

Today ain’t that time…

I got word this morning that some associates have been Indicted.

About 26 of them…

A whole lot of charges were given from 40years and up…

I…

Am…

More…

Sad…

Then pissed….

 

To be honest…

 

I have some topics to get to. At the end of what I am saying…

I’ll try to do a little poem for y’all…

there will be probably two parts to this.

But…

I must speak….

This is my intro…

 

 

Please make comments on this… And how you feel. Aginst or non aginst… I need help from you all.

All opinions count…..

Please…

I don’t get offended at all!✌

Veggies With Beef

How you going to tell us put the guns down!

Stop shooting!

Cease fire!

Where beef don’t never end.

These kids are just surviving.

 

Come home with us!

Take a tour through our neighborhoods!

Where your considered a gang!

If it’s 10 black males outside where they stood!

Together!

Then badly Catrgorized!

By the media and athorities…

 

Weather yall like it or not!

Im going to keep being a mouth peace!

For all my freedom fighters!

In these streets!

 

Remember…

Yall don’t live here…

Yall just drive through smiling…

 

From The Gutter

Hey…

I got heart…

I don’t run from nothing…

Ya…

I no…

I’m a convicted felon…

Ya…

I get it…

I don’t have a job…

You got me…

All my bills still get paid…

Mistaken…

Everytime…

I’m around the so called…

Civilized…

Even though I have more intelligence…

Manners…

Selfrespect…

Than all of them…

My scars have scars…

Fighting for food behind bars…

No love for me at all…

I don’t wear suits with ties…

Skinny jeans doing fuck shit to please…

I never talk about cars, me or jewelry…

I’m me…

I was raised…

Where you had to do Wild things

In order to live to eat…

I use to be ashamed…

I never graduated 8th grade…

Gun toting…

Only for protection…

Fist fights in my early days…

Angry at the world…

I felt like no one loved me…

Good girls were scared of me…

So I fell for hood girls…

They never denied me excepting me proudly…

I dont try to be tough…

Or say I cant be killed…

I don’t want to be called a gangsta…

By old ladies and children…

I may not be book smart…

Or the man of your dreams…

No BMW and nice teeth…

I’m loyalty…

Standing 10ft tall…

Respected by all…

A true inactive gang O.G.

I protect all that I care for and love…

I don’t even have to lift one finger or budge…

Can’t and won’t ever get a fair shake…

My old life was painfull…

In return…

I raised the stakes…

Personal…

You think I don’t want better…

I’d rather walk then drive…

I like getting familar…

You may catch me in dark ally’s…

On Saturday nights…

Live…

Shotting C. Lo or Craps with cold killers that all admire me…

Cigarette lighters flicker till shiny…

Cell phone lights may run out of batteries…

To see the dice rolling…

Head Crack!

I just want to…

Be treated fair…

I just want to…

Be seen for what’s inside of me…

Not what’s outside or outside of me…

I’m from the ghetto…

So ain’t no love for me…

No love…

So I had no choice but to become a G…

Pi-ruby

Her temper stayed on high!

When she gets around me… She stayed quiet… Out in public… We looked like best friends. When we got home. We were eather arguing or fu××××g. I was stuck in her back pocket….

She wore my heart on her 38. special revolver. If any girl looked at me! That revolver would be brushed, sparking the on lookers face to cheek! She told me that if I ever leave her!

“That bitch that your with! Violence in kidnapping her! You will never see her face again! ”

Not really her exact words. I can’t say what she really said…

I smirked in arousal! My gun and my erection were fighting for the same place below my waist! I was the one to match her crazy…….

I’m sorry…. I mean….

Brazy…

Baby…

I was brackin in Bompton Balifornia…

Bickin…

Back…

Being…

Bool…

With my gangsta Boo…

 

 

The only women that excepted me for who I was. Never got scared! She was never ready to run! Crazy enough to love me. Allowing a allowince of good riding…  She was anxious to get on top… Of the world!

When I had law issues…

She was the only one who was supporting my back. So if I got mad at her. I always came back.

My Pi-ruby!

Sweet, satisfied, sexy cannabis reeking off her dress. Pill poping, double action mouth land of wonders…

God rest her soul!

When I finnaly see you in heaven or hell!

Baby its on!