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…

Tiger Fist

Names quiet…

Rained on the riot…

Toppless on windshields…

Land O Lakes in the pockets…

Shoes made out of ostrich…

Oh!

Take them off!

Don’t touch the mystery…

Unsolved…

If they catch you…

Don’t mention the mobb…

Creep down on plush…

Mink coats with 8ths of dust…

Let them get some…

Feel the corse…

A race trap in the voice…

Kidnapping and Extortion…

Ransom note bloody…

Pieces of mayflower sent…

Later on when it pours…

Cuffs on the wrist…

Toe tags found…

Body bags in the river…

fresh timber in the oven…

Back home with no discussion…

 

 

Two Deadly Yet Equal A True Lovers Pastence

“A Throw Back From 2017″

 

 

The Real Bonnie and Clyde…

The untold story…

Me and her were two bullets in a chamber of a 9mm. Never jamming the gun. She sat on the bed yelling to the kids running late for school. “Lets make it!”making them move faster before they left out the house.

I was on the floor with my back to the bed right by her feet. Caramel skinned complexion toes I wanted to bite. I sat on the floor counting money and putting it in the laundry basket so I can get ready to leave. She knew I still had beef with the guys up the street. They all knew that this little lady was just as tough and as dangerous as me.

She sat on the bed humming the song she likes. Loading a machine bullet after bullet. Placing each one slowly in the clip with a Newport cigarette at the end of her lips dropping ashes on the tattoo on her hip. Burgundy bandana tied around her head and a burgundy bandana around the back of the barrel next to the trigger.

God! She was as thorough as they came. My true equal finally I’ve met my match. I got up and through my burgundy and black North face jacket on. Before leaving out of the spot she looked at me with her hazel eyes with a sad expression on her face and said. “Daddy be careful out there because you know it’s hot.”

I replied back saying. “Not as hot as you are lamb chop, please make sure you hold down the spot.” she said to me. “Just call me if something goes wrong and I’ll pop up and spray the damn block up.” She would with no conscience to… I said back to her after giving her a kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry about me babe I got this thing on lock”

I was 23 and she was 27 and I kept a burgundy bandana folded up in my back right pocket with her Nick name on it….

In

Those

Days

We

Were

The

Real

Bonnie

And

Clyde…..

There is a very real untold story behind this…..

I Want The Money Now

Hesitation…

Is know good…

Testing patience…

Don’t do it!

Hunger can turn the lights on to violence.

Heated!

Walking around with lent in his pockets on pins and needles.

Needing!

Not wanting!

Nobody ever gave him nothing!

Not even the last crumb of a blueberry muffin.

This is now the barrel of the gun man.

Wanting everything!

Leaving nothing!

Hands to your side…

Gun to your chest…

This ain’t know test….

You better just do what’s best…

For you!

The Bad Old Days

Been giving out free caskets since I could remember.

Ive been cornered by the government and came out swinging.

Life wasn’t like a box of chocolates so you can save that fairytale shit.

I watched fiends in the hallways light up the bottom of spoons.

Water on the stove boiling pots dropping ones and twos.

Teenage killers with automatic pistols laying you in the ground just for your shoes.

If you were light than your pockets got ripped off with claws sharper than my dress code.

If you were weak then you would fail your class for life sleeping.

If you were strong then you got welcomed with open scars.

No food and no lights on at home.

Breaking and entering…

Home invasions…

I guess you done got sick of starving.

Getting older taking over drug infested corners for power and order.

No more boiling hot dogs until they split.

No more can goods or food stamps yet our occupations ain’t legit.

Ma ma don’t cry…

Tears get wiped from her face and eyes.

No one ever wanted to take that test.

I’ve been giving out free caskets until there weren’t any left.

Better re-up……,

 

 

Fading Nostalgia

I’m fresh out of the house of corrections. Back up on the block. Dodging torpedoes and the crooked time out.

Thugged all the way out. With gold teeth shining almost blinding. It should be a crime how fly I am right now.

Beef and broccoli timberlands. Brand new unlaced so they won’t choke. North Face jacket with hard plastic in my pocket.

Boot cut jeans. I couldn’t do that tight skinny jeans shit! My brown and green sweater from old navy.

My brown gap hat with courage imprinted on the front. Cell phone going off on my hip equals more money.

I was 22 or maybe 23. Somehow I must have known magic. I litterally made a quarter million disappear. I ain’t going to lie though… Somehow I miss those days when all of my guys were here.

We took a picture that day. It was 32 of us. If I could take that picture now. There would be (not including me) there would be only six of us…….

I guess death and permanent incarcerating knew magic too. I kind of Miss those days when we would all walkthrough the streets 30 deep.

We stopped cars walking to the gas station. I miss my guys….

R.I.P. All the guys! Free all the guys too!

Taking A Smooth Walk Through Insanity Park

My city is wild. If your attemting suicide just go stand outside.

I swear that there should be a law against who should have kids. When I stepped in her house she was smoking weed in front of them.

These kids will grow into teenagers. Very curious in thought. You… As a mother telling your sons and daughters not to do drugs and then go to school and get caught.

He Ran up to the window of the car. With his hoodie on… Stuck the gun inside the window. Flashing on his own kinfolk.

School after school after school… The are shutting down. Making Google there only teaching tool.

We go to jail just to have a guarantied place to eat and sleep. Honestly to me personally. Prison is safer than being on the streets.

He said… “I’m going to kill you if you ever cheat on me!”

She said… “I’m going to kill you if you ever cheat on me!”

The truth is that both of them are cheating on each other. Days later…. One of them kills the other.

You can get guns and drugs here quicker than you can get a job.

Home invasions with no patience . They left the family dead of who they robbed.

He sat there on the edge of his sofa. Spinning the cylinder of his revolver. Telling the Lord that he’s sorry. The next day… Shot and killed by police. Caught on a robbing spree. Now the end… All of this was for rent and food for his kids to eat. There are way more chapter’s to these story’s. Chapters that will make you think real deep.

Peace✌

Crown Me or Drown Me

I gave it all away! All of it! Money, drugs, drinking, target practice and war tactics yet I still have the worst of the worst dreams. I’ve completly done the 360 like you’ve asked me to do. why do I feel like I’m on life support? A half dead vegetable. I still remain with the remains of old war trophies with no real gains. My body will never be the same from all the wounds and the severed nerve pains.

What was this change all for? I feel like I’m on acid trying to open my door. Struggling…. Only to realize the whole time I was on the floor. I’ve done it all exept reach this thing called happiness. Instead there was just more anxiety, disappointments and criticism of how I was used to living. Ive changed just to drown in the waters of the deep. Only to see there was no crown waiting for me. They say… Still I have to believe…

I Want To Know How To Feel

Every grain of sand lost is slowly costing me my sanity. I’m so defensive and paranoid. I’ve been a protecter my whole life defending my family and my respect. Just listen to me and let me speak! All I know is pain. All I know is violence. All I know is being poe. I All I know is vices. All I know is war. All I know is flash backs on visions of murder. All I know is drugs and savage living. All I know is short but long prison sentences. All I know is how to fight. All I know is cash on sight. All I know is gangsta shit. All I know is gold digging scandalous women. So tell me where love fits in these sentences.

Welcome To My Block

Welcome to my world where being artificial can get you toe tagged with the quickness. Twenty something guys on one corner outside in the rain trying to boost there profit margins. Honorable men coming home from the state pen trying to change. Misunderstood at job interviews so they turn to armed robbery for a meal and to pay bills. Vacant apartments and houses for miles decaying on the inside out. The city just leaves them there and doesn’t tare them down. Where young girls become solicit and teenage boys become killers. Active house raids… Flash bang grenades… New born baby’s catching strays… These memories never fade. Welcome to my world where gang violence can make civilians a target… Flags flying red,blue and black… You better take that shit off! Hearing gun fire from fully auto’s and semis every half hour. Hearing helicopters hovering over you every hour. Seeing bodies in the streets is a everyday problem. The Crazy part is the kids perceive all of this. Hell… I was 5 years old when I seen my first murder and it damn sure wasn’t my last. Being hungry waiting on your next meal waiting for your next meal can make you lose faith. So you will sell your soul just to smell a hot steak. Need I say more…