I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
“Oh Catastrophic”
“Like us !”
Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.
This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…
War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said
Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…
I’m far beyond your reality…
Irritated response comes off as hatred…
Naw…
I just hate being me…
My mind comes off as vacancy…
It’s just a rundown trap house…
It’s just so full…
Of many things like raging pain in tall viles suffering, sins, stress and struggling…
To comprehend this life…
This fowl bitch ain’t for us…
It’s only designed for them…
You don’t think like me…
Move like me…
Get tired of trying to prove like me…
Stuck in quick sands open belly…
Up to the neck barely breathing…
Stop!
Don’t make a camp fire out of my…
Forest fire….
You ain’t me…
I’m not you…
My face looks like it’s stuck on violent… When it’s stuck on problems…
Ones that can’t be solved in…
A hard back dictionary…
Clinging to nonfictinary…
Why must I fight myself to end…
As a quotation after the exlimation…
Mark…
I struggle like no other…
Like a failed mission or a unfinished… Kitchen…
Black droors without utensils…
I’m tense all over…
In every sense…
Back tured counter clockwise from happiness…
Fuck it…
Exhaustion…
Stop breathing…
A nobody…
Will only be my legacy…
No one notices as human…
Us!
So they can’t miss who or what they never perceive…
Incurable…
“Like us !”
Don’t dress how we use to.
Don’t keep our self up like we use to.
Don’t do things like we use to.
This is beyond depression…
Inside spirit a hollow oak tree…
Bound to a ships…
Anchor…
War inside…
No choice but to survive…
They all suggested instead…
That I…
Instead of just listing to I…
“Everybody feels like this sometimes…”
Is what’s been said
Like yoga and breathing technology will be the end all…
Please shut the fuck up!
This can’t be helped…
Sedate me…
With A mega dose…
Poke veins with a sharp…
May as well blow brains…
Not taking that route…
Mind dark like Guinness stout…
Guns,roses, crack vails!
Skip trail!
Just to take up for pals!
Strong like a male buck!
Territorial knowledge!
Heimlich maneuver the stolen Buick!
Start up!
Prepare to ride!
The only thing thats dividing us is…
Death and defience swept with the tide!
Dissappearing!
In front of my eyes!
Peek at the hidden sight…
Feel blood pressure rise!
I don’t want to write no more about love. Yesterday I seen violence that gave me zero tolerance. Unnecessary bullets flying over 51 dollars!
The choices burn wholes through my for head! There will never be a ending to this type of blood shed! Streets, blocks and acid drops from pages.
Running deep like the calming soul of a monk. High in the temples of strategic non confrontational warfare symbols. I don’t want to write about love no more…
After what I have experienced this whole week! That misguided women thats sleeping with my close associate! I know her man personally… We use to be cell mates out Jessup… I can’t believe how low she went!
I’m the type that keeps my mouth shut regaurdless. A lot of shit started! Me… I ain’t for it! Drama… I don’t adore it! I just got to ignore it…
After lecturing her as well as my blind disrespectful associate… I reached back my hand to mount Olympus… Almighty Zeus was in the kitchen eating steak and spinach… I slapped the shit out the both of them!
Ain’t Know hope in them… She cheated On a good man… An Him… Knowing her man and not respecting him or his self! Him… Know longer a close assciate of mine! Disloyal to me… I just will not tell…
I don’t want to write about love no more… Karma is a problem! With no lacking mercy. She’ll make you swallow the gun powder. Yes! With a aim that Never misses. Every time you think she won’t she’ll leave you crippled or a early dismissal with smoke.
The butterfly effect kicks in… The youth are hungry… Robbing for fruits of your labor. Hung from trees! Where no fruits are bared… Only the leathal injection from a not well planned home invasion…
Mistakenly murdering….
Only God can judge them…
Not a judge that plays God man…
I don’t want to write about love no more… Him… A thug… Her a whore… It’s not rite! Sometimes your going to be a sterotype! For doing what you got to do to feed your family at night!
The offspring of thugs and whores breading other young thugs in whores. To grow up and repeat the cycles. No love felt from these kids from anyone. Only there rifles…
Eather you’re a robber, drug dealer, prostitute or murderer. Maybe even all of the above… I see the glove didn’t fit. The crime did though! Over and over and over and over again till I fell off balanced from spinning!
The youth… The men and women misguided by that fast way of living. Money on a fishing hook dangling from a wire. Never reaching it. Selling your soul to get rich… Setting true love on fire!
True love now or days for the New generation as well as the last. Love will never eggxist to them… Making the next generation wild……
I don’t ever want to write about love no more… It’s eggxistance here died along time ago…….
Its just a fantasys….
Final!
Inhale…
Exhale…
Inhale…
Exhale…
Inhale…
Exhale…
Tears of joy…
To know that
mother’s second
born. Made it
another day
In the city of
Death…
Destruction…
Fire that
Had surrounded.
The smell of eggs,
toast and Turkey bacon
frying. Trying to
overcome the
loud music booming.
Out the cars…
As they pass by
the filled up apartments.
Nostalgic peaked in
hearing van doors slide
back. Opening fast back broken glass apps. The shell casings
Tapping the concrete.
Listen as my heart
beats faster like, a crack fiend taking his first blast.
Them crack pipe in trash..
I’m alive another day!
To open my eyes.. l made it!
This city of… lmmortal mayhem throughout my Raybands…
I slide on my slide on’s
Like slippers…
Brush my teeth…
It’s cold outside,
so much heat.
I open the front door.
Walk to the corner
store. Get my
morning brew plus
Cheap whiskey like
Drinking out of a
Boot. Dirty…..
I’m a word called bewildered..
By the slow police car
creeping past me trying
To make me a victims.
Drivers stone gaze
eyes watching me.
My every move!
I bop down the
dried bloody graffiti
on the side walk.
It made me think of..
The wild gun fight tragedy
That took place last
Last week. Claiming
yet another casualty..
These streets hold no
Punches..
By the way… his
casket was closed
his family.. close associates.. weeping! Crows above
Stalking…
I walked away from
The dark pit.
Down the block past
Traveling past the
drug spot.
The blind
open air sales and
Customers… Come
On down!
Made sweat cascades
down my cheek.
I don’t want to
catch a cold from a
“AK 47”
botched robberys
takes place in front
of me. I ain’t seen shit!
I said Wazup! up!
To the guys and ladies.
Everybody I dapped up.
Never knowing… Greedy
politicians… Police
brutality is a trending
topic… I hear the old
Heads on the block…
Constantly gossiping…
The lead in our drinking
water… The schools
where our sons and
daughters go…
Closing…
They aren’t giving
Good supporting jobs..
One with decent wages
So how do we survive?
Teenage pregnancy weekly..
Welfare… food stamps
used frequently..
As the day comes to a
end… As well…
I leave my home boy’s
In the alley with a
half a pint of Jack…
I’m taking my ass
Home! I say my peace, dueces and goodbyes. I know
seven out of ten of them
Might not make it past
10 o’clock. I went up the
Stairs to the house.
Took my keys out..
Opened up the front door.
No ones home.
The door locks broken nothing
Stolen.. maybe they broken
Into the wrong house..
Tired I laying on the floor,
I didn’t even get
Upset.
I’m good.
I know that whoever will be.
God is good. The
Lives of other are.
So misunderstood.. Crime in order to survive. I blink my eyes then go I’m asleep drooling!
Inhale…
Exhale…
Inhale…
Exhale…
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 