Running Truth Never Lies…

“One of my throw backs from 2017”

 

 

Nigger…

Thug…

Violent…

Scammer…

Coon…

Carpet bagger….

Minority…

Cotton picker…

Spook…

Monkey…

You people…

Dirty…

Ghetto trash…

I’ve been called it all! It doesn’t even faze me anymore! Tell me what you no about pain! I’ll show you me and my ancestors scars!

I was young when I paused and heard…

“Run nigger run!”

The color of there faces I’ll never forget…

I was 20 years old when I was beaten…

Run for what? I can’t even run for president…. I can’t even show you I’m better than! Without some folk putting down a man…

Can I speak for a minute…..

Minority….

Those words are what hurt the most… Did you forget that we came her before! Most of y’all on boats….

Oh god….

Let me shut up there! I know y’all don’t want to hear that old sad story…

Narcissist!

Nah…

Nope….

I won’t call you that or blind to the facts….

You can see!

I promise I won’t talk about that case…

I’ll just yell

“about face!”

Speaking to myself in the clear mirror about a raped race….

Just to myself though…

So don’t panic…

Can I get a witness?

What’s up my native American brothers?

What’s up my Muslim sisters?

Racism!

I think it just never existed…

So from me!

It’s just not worth mentioning….

Racism doesn’t exist….

I’m being sarcastic!

What’s up Donald trump?

What’s up communism?

What’s up to all these new prison systems they’re building…

That’s the new section 8…

Rent free…

You understand me?

Oh don’t get me wrong!

They’re building them for us…

I’m just dreaming…

Sleep walking fast to the back of the bus…

In 2017….

What’s up Rosa parks?

What’s up justice?

“What’s up Chris?”

Oooohhh…. Snap!

Justice you do speak!

Can you free all my soldiers! Free all the walls that seem to block the very eyes of the already formed generations of the blind deaf and dumb… The shameless cobras…

Let my people go!

We have suffered enough…

Witness please!

Soon again they will all be on the receiving end…

True with a side of justice is coming!

True justice is not pleased! There will be examples made to all these genocidal thieves…

Conceal your blood line please!

Im being Sarcastic again…

So wake up….

Amen…

R.i.p to all the miss treated, murdered for no reason…

Free all the victims of the broken system…

I love you all!

Peace!

 

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. ✊

 

The Wall Between Us By Cameron Chin

Young men fighting wars built off lies while refugees flea for their lives, Fathers clutching their children and wives while bombs drop from the sky only for their access to be denied. Where’s your empathy? Sounds like privilege to me, who are you to decide weather someone lives or dies? You wonder why people hate us, instead of welcoming with open arms we point our firearm and stand alarm. For what? Fear? You were born into a life people dream about at about night, you will turn your back on the needy but steady feed the greedy. Where’s your compassion? Where’s your morals? Stop being so entitled! Forget about being a citizen of the U.S.A for a second and think like a plain human being. We are supposed to break bread and give a helping hand to those in need, no matter the color of your skin, the country you were born in, the language you speak or your ethnicity. WE ARE ALL HUMAN!!

I just write whatever comes to mind. You can like it, love it or hate it! Let me know what you think about it.

Blood Over The Stolen Hill

I believe I
was a…
Apache in
a former
life…
Sharpening
my tomahawk…
With stones…
Draped my
Face
Drenched
Over war
paint…
Finger
tips
Dipped in
the blood
from my
adversary’s…
Treacherous…
I was chief
A running gun
Five star
Buffalo
general…
Tougher
Then
bull
Horns…
Calcium
That was
strong…
Like
The aroma
of menthol…
Giving out
orders…
Raising thee
Young…
Wise
tribe in
Native pride…
Proudly…
Many
died on
that
hill yet…
We
Keep
them in
our prayers…
We
pushed back
our intruders
infantry block…
Mowing
down the
lives thee
Unworthy
opposition…
Pale white
Dirty skin,
Filty men…
Trying
to take our
land
Kill and
Rape our
Wives
And children
for
to satisfy
There own
Evil greedy
Needs…
I screamed…
This tribal
Chant…
This Soil
And moss
Rivers
And animals
I will protect
Everyone
With in it
In peace…
If it’s
Blood you
Seek…
It will
Be your
Own
blood
You will
See…
We did battle…
After
those
long
wars
Those
enemy’s
were
demolished…
They will
Have no
Choices…
As
Always
The
respected
Elder…
For our
bravery…
My men
will be
Recognize…
Till the
death of
Me… I’ll
Inherited
war like
mentality
Lost… to
Be slaughtered
In hatred…
Still I strive
To leave in
Peaces of
Moss….
Never forgotten
ancestors
Of the Apache…