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…

Hiatus Paralysis

These words are…

Only for the brains consumption…

A small creators mistake…

Mistaken…

Lies…

For truth…

Having no true value…

Like a house with no…

Cealings in the middle of…

Harricain season…

I seasoned the broth…

Surrounding that hot boiling pot…

I never fold under pressure…

So I wear a rain coat…

Coated in the flesh of my problems…

I got wet…

Its like I met my words…

Parents…

For the first time…

At the same damn time…

I brought pain to fruit flies in training…

Medications…

Meditation…

My words had a bench warrent…

The pages served it…

I’m only hear because I deserve it…

A waisted mind is the only crime…

My lines won’t die unless I…

Become another why That killed them…

No can’t or can nots…

I folded them Into a barrito…

I ate them in colors…

I ate them…

Because I’m not like no other

By the way…

Where the hell are my truck keys?

Calenders

The agitated poet…

Non educated…

Non poet…

Raw introverted…

Dont talk to me…

A kid kidnapped…

Ransomed….

No one paid for me…

The mark of the beast…

Marking these corners…

The streets…

All over in repeat…

Same fractured faces…

Occasional buck fiftys…

My little scared angels…

Strung out on sex addiction…

Reminiscing the day…

That she was innocent…

Till one night…

Truamatic experience…

The loss of better words…

To say like…

Hi or hey…

Transitions in to…

I hope you choke…

Then die today…

All I hear are…

 

“I have facts!”

Or…

“These are the facts!”

 

When facts do not mean shit…

If you have not experienced it…

 

 

Big deal…

I do not trust them…

They try to….

Water down what…

We are accustomed…

No miss conceptions…

Breast fed black kids…

The outside the house lessons…

 

 

“1# Never look a cop in the eyes…”

“He or she will automatically think your up to something…”

This is one of the top 10…

Growing up commandments…

Damn shame…

 

 

For money…

We will do enything…

When your have less…

You will do enything…

Living life on heavens escalator stairs…

Planning death…

To escape what’s left…

Apon breath or breathing…

 

 

 

 

 

Okinawa Okinawa

Flash typhoon warning…

On this on going war report…

They asked us to cease fire…

“I ain’t dieing!”

 

We going to fight from up top to the floors.

Bottom…

If we go to prison or jail…

We going to fight even more…

Problems…

 

Odd ball like a Starlet Glanza car in the U.S…

Protesting sympathizers for us…

Off colors don’t even no what for…

I know crazy…

Can hit the door…

 

Situations can go bad…

Like a intricate Tec jammed…

Nine times in the first bracket…

You died to come back…

 

Well established bear cat tanks armored…

Riding through your front door…

Over the living room set…

Karma…

 

Those who they televise as neighborhood rebels…

Open fired back with higher caliber weapons…

The talent show began where it ended…

 

The biggest gang in the Un-united states are the…

Boys in blue…

An I ain’t talking about no Crips Cuz…

I’ll leave it for you…

Turning faces to dust…

 

This is mine…

That is yours…

There is power in numbers…

Stop the revenge on each other…

The man of color…

Isn’t yours…

Were made of rubber…

For hundreds of years…

We’ve endure…

Electric elected currents…

 

Your house guests are…

Friends…

Family…

My house guests are…

Original Gangstaz…

With 3 violent felonies…

Or more…

We are not our war…

No Role Model

“Listen…”

 

 

In my eyes were ghetto stars….

Broads, cars and jumper cables…

Prevention to rob…

 

Cold stoves, burglar bars in front of windows…

Mama never showed tears…

She been poe…

 

Drug money in hands…

Handed over for grocery bags…

Getting older filling black trash bags…

With money mondays hats with the tags…

 

Set claiming…

Gangs and gangstaz banging…

Followed all the g- codes…

Meeting and greating with…

The folks and peoples…

 

Leather coated…

Hit men that dressed in homeless cloaks…

Early morning 200 pills sold…

Deal closed…

 

-10 below…

In and out of different cars…

Musical chairs…

Vision impaired…

By the gun butt of a crooked officer…

Breaking up illegal afairs…

 

Blocked streets with broken glass…

Sofas, tires and riot masks…

Burned down half the whole city…

Really…

 

Read the newspaper clippings…

While I was clipping my toe nails in jail…

Some way…

Some how I made bail…

 

Took loses…

Then I made loses…

Played cards with…

War orphans…

Dead bosses…

Marked men…

With ready coffins…

 

Payback ended…

In a bullet conference…

Darkened room…

Escaped the light in it…

 

Like tripping on out dated shrooms…

Collecting plates like a church…

Bread a soldier sence birth…

Hints worst…