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…

“700th Post!”

I think it’s crazy how.

I’ve lasted so long.

No face in the mud.

No bullets in my back.

No more selling crack.

I cracked my knuckles

Before I’ll ever fumble my

Life.

I’ll get pushed

Down by some badges.

Searched up.

beaten down!

Naw!

never me!

I made it clear

That I’d shoot first

Before they ever bury

Me!

I’ll sleep awake!

So no one can take

My dreams.

I’ve grown here.

A month before I

Started typing on

WordPress. I was

Fresh up out the

Can. Throwing away

My I’d badge.

Damn!

House raided again!

Two

Days after. I was back

In jail. then questioned.

Almost violated parol

Into probation. Came home

Again to see my younger

Brother.

He gave me the

Referral to refurbish

My life. Then he said to

Me.

“Tell your story!”

“Well don’t tell them everything?!”

“Man wtf!?”

“Just type in!?”

“You don’t know how to!?”

“Damn it!”

“Just write and I’ll type it!”

I’ve been on here ever since.

700th BABEEEEEE!!

A negro still here!

Thanks for all the support, loves and encouraging words!

Peace and blessings to you all!

For Normalization

Bear with me…

I was never good with
Words. That’s why I
Barely spoken.

I knew what i wanted
To say. Then when my mouth
Opened. The words
Came out persecuted by contradiction.

I just want to be…

I’m not… I never will
Understand my ways
Or how I feel. Split
Personality, so we
Just talk to each other.
I know if I talk to myself
No one would make fun
Of or judge him….

Me…

You see…

I know this makes no
Sense. I forget numbers,
Dates, small things.
I struggle….
Every address I lived
I can only remember one of the numbers.

Bear with me…

I know I don’t make sense…

So frustrated, embracing,
Alone, sad, madness. All the
Sorrows with titles. Quotes
Like Scripture from the bible.

King James…

I’d rather gaze into
80 percent of the
Quran.

Maybe someone linked to a prophet…

Maybe a May bee sweating over honey.

I picked up a gun
Before a book. Didn’t
Learn to read till I was a
adult.

All praise due to
The Almighty. Blessing
Me with a paper and pen.
Yet they still don’t here me.
Like they never understood
me then…

They say I speak in
Riddles soo…

Riddle me this…

Decode my words!
Behold the thought!
When teeth don’t show!
That means my pen
Will be a tattoo needle for
Exposure!

My woes will be jotted!
You could snort them
In lines then!

Try to..

Bear with the two headed
Viper crying! Some
Thoughts crippled
Till my mind has delayed
Then deleted!

All I ask is for you to bear with me…

Believe it……..

“Go Go Power Ranger”

Gone…

but never unconscious…

 

Right…

When you think what I say is wrong…

 

It’s cool…

I’ll just shut up…

 

A wise mind!

In these times…

Not excepted…

not allowed….

Pills shoved through my teeth!

I chased with idiots talking to me…

Don’t forget…

What you already did…

 

“Hold on…”

“Let me silence the muzzle…”

 

You don’t even get what I’m saying!

I don’t even understand my own lips…

Some say it’s a gift…

I say it’s my downfall…

A minds square foot…

Is measured by…

All my nevermind!

 

They talk to me…

My flame broiled mind!

Is in no hell!

I’m not in competition with…

The demons in cages!

Living in my consciousness…

 

“There there…”

 

 

They tell me till eventually flip out…

 

“I see dead people…”

 

No really…

I see dead people…

Looking me in the eyes…

Telling me to learn hebrew…

He grew to tall…

Till the rage was a mall!

Blood rushing down the escalators!

Into the dead pool…

Ruling the swim…

My sketch book of gang signs on in….

Tribes all dead…

I fear that I’m the opposite of alive…

Dead!

 

Open up the sky’s so I…

Can see the gates before I drop.

Suicide was never a choice.

I survived the hot desert!

Deserted round water I tryed to touch…

Turned into rusty mirages…

Got my shit in order…

Couldn’t dodge the bullet…

Or the book thrown at me!

By¬† jury’s and judge’s!

 

“Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you god?”

 

Fuck no!

 

Only God can…

Your not a judge…

You can’t strike judgement through religion…

You wear a bathrobe…

If I wasn’t in handcuffs…

I’d drown you in a bathtub…

A warped mind!

War fead…

With halal…

That!

No one believes…

 

I don’t cry wolves from my disorders…

I stay in order because if I didnt…

You would not be alive…

Merry fucking Christmas!

 

 

Milton Bradley

These cat…

These mouse…

Games…

 

Trained me to conserve…

My energy…

Loves past memorabilia…

 

Past away…

I don’t feal ya…

I don’t here ya…

 

I herd the same…

my…

Self-esteem is all ready low…

 

You could tie my feelings into a bow…

Or love me unconditional…

I’ll always have this thing where…

 

I no hell is where I’ll go…

I can’t drag you with me…

life in repeat like limbo…

 

Tough…

Yet I can have heart failure…

Like kimbo…

 

Propaganda in propane….

Exploding ever time you…

Think of my name…

 

I won’t repeat how I’ve been hurt…

Deeply…

Everyone who I ever loved…

 

Either was murdered…

Or lived to mistreat me…

Don’t wait for me…

 

You’ll hold your breath till decrepit…

Having patience is something I’ve…

Been tested, blessed with to keep my by the exit…

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