To Sock a Cucumbers


Life is a scrimmage
Getting ready to pull
Out….

pop! pop! pop!
Tendencies!

Non stop!

How to shoot
Then lay low from!

Your brutality!

Like hiding a stain
On gradma couch…

You cant!

You know
She going to
Find it!

As you do!

The word already
Got out!

For the law to
Come get you!

You better hope
They find you…

Before the streets
Do!

Your shoes
In the dumpster…

What did your
feet do!

Your crew is
a qazine
Best served
With
Info…

Ya…

Your real
thorough…

So you stand on
Your ten
toes comfortable!

Remember
You will always
Reap!

The sewing
Machines of
Other Dumbfounders
Like you!

Found when!

Family can’t
Guide you
Or hide you!

You’ve
Broken the very
Definition of…

what
It means to
be a real gangster…

For one…

Family always
Comes first!

You run to help
Your community
To breath!

Those in need!

Don’t take from
Someone doing
Just as bad as
you!

If you going
To do it…

Steal from
The system’s
Branch corporate
theives!

Ain’t no honors
Amongst black
theives!

Any theives!

Come together like
Gum under your
shoes…

You broken the
Rules…

Roc a bye baby…

There was no soon
For you…

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…

Pages Of Deja Vu

My dreams when I lay hung from trees from painted face.

Will I ever grow traces of lifes born crisis in order to let go of my camouflaging?

Shaking in a corner with news papers on the floors.

I saw ever homicide I’ve seen…

Faces I can’t ignore…

From 5 to the age now at my door…

The race car crash past!

Cell extractions with batons, shields and mustard gas…

They used chemical warfare on us…

Now that’s what I call domestic terrorism…

Pissed off ready to hurt enybody in my vision…

They took away all my priceless valuables…

Even the pictures of my family members…

Mistaken identity on identified the right rong guy!

They planted dope on us and fucked up our records…

Being on a wanted list at 14 was my ambitious way to make bad memories…

They all payed…

I’m still in pain whenever I do finnaly sleep…

Dried up tears on my black pillow cases try to still fit in as a civilian.

I still get anxiety from hearing certain noises…

Still judged when they don’t even no him…

Ask him…

He will tell you…

Just stay for a while and I’ll give you my story…