Baltimore City Homes

Guess where I’m from…

Cold like Goldie pimps and police… I morn over the men and women I grew up with… Even the paroles, please give me time to breathe, while I bleed… Out… On the street… Blood thickness glazed over where the children play over… It… Kick starts into Pre-kindergarten… In the picture was a deadly grim scene behind me… Like the president behind the podium… Corruption… Trying to get by under poverty so I… Robbed, stolen and sold like how the country was formed… What was mine today… Only time and God can say when it’s my time… So, while I live on… In this snow storm of fire… Im design for hellish climate… My life means nothing yet… I will surely stand up for progress… Nothing provided… Prisoners with in a project lab rat shit… Are in the city making noise like a helicopter crash, clash of insanity from my past… Creeping up on my future fuck it…. Lets go out and play in bullet rain… Aim, pull it, aim… Is the forecast for today… Showers propel back until a quiet silence… Till someone falls, no spring ups… Summer into winters dinner has none….

Touch Lines

Tooth pick short

Brush painted blood forts

Flood birds

Black crows

Creole I speak to

Gathering the facts

That makes me weak

I break chains from feet

To move on…………

 

Everyone’s lines are

Different

Lane switching in the

Newport

Smoke kills so good

Love died already

Oh how I’m so ugly

Don’t look at my egg cartons

Into my eyes raw thought

Brought heads to meet

Thoroughly forming days

That could put me on

Trial

Any day

Anyway…………..

 

Everyday

I never think

Of

Going away

I have no one left

They took everything…………

 

From thee

All praises due

I calendar mark my

Days till my death

If my debt is payed

My steps are through

Falling in plain view……………

 

 

 

 

Lines of abuse trying to abolish the truth! Of a gun shell casing! Hollow and rain rusted my taste buds! Slain layed holes in temp tags with no title or registration………

In the facile light by what creeps behind me…

Those lights…..

Or double barrel pipes….

 

I’m gonna gun it till the last mag has emptied!

Poppy Seeds Onto Bone Gristle…

Dealing death symbols…

Never delightful to be the victim…

Fleeing took flight…

Alien car light bright…

Loud over the bull horn…

Money lag bufforing…

32 shells loaded into a tec 9…

By a child high…

One eye out for one eye…

The third eye was killed in battle…

Picked the body up rattled…

Riddled…

Shaking and tattered…

Screaming…

 

“GOD WHY!?”

“WHY LORD!?”

 

Oni Bosses

Crash corse in love like politics…

B.S for lies are often the breaking.

 

..

Turn

Off……..

 

 

 

I seen you as never satisfied…

You see me as the most sweetest guy…

Why

Did

I

Try….

 

 

Aproaching was the late 80s…

A walk up aproach was easy till the…

Late

90s…

 

 

Holdings hands with ultra affection…

In public happy to pose for pictures…

That

old

kissing booth…

 

 

 

Going to the skating ring with her…

In circles falling to the music…

She laught

her

Cheeks

off…….

 

 

Comming home late to no one home…

Her come on over finger saying…

Come here

My

ma, ma

ain’t

home……….

 

 

 

Matching sweat pants and bombers…

Red bandanas sometimes…

Sometimes…

Burgandy…….

 

 

 

You cried in court…

You seen me in chains with wild hair…

I told you…

“Girl stop crying…”

“You acting like I got 20 years…”

 

Your smirk into that smile………

 

Me and you till we die…

Written on cell window plexiglass…

I came out…

Bigger and stronger…

 

 

 

You were there….

You were there….

You were there….

 

I cryed….

you told me to stop…

“I’m here…”

 

My smirk into a smile…

Rare but there…..

 

 

 

 

God don’t make ’em like you no more….

 

R.I.P  Baby Maniac 4💯💯💯💯

 

Okinawa Okinawa

Flash typhoon warning…

On this on going war report…

They asked us to cease fire…

“I ain’t dieing!”

 

We going to fight from up top to the floors.

Bottom…

If we go to prison or jail…

We going to fight even more…

Problems…

 

Odd ball like a Starlet Glanza car in the U.S…

Protesting sympathizers for us…

Off colors don’t even no what for…

I know crazy…

Can hit the door…

 

Situations can go bad…

Like a intricate Tec jammed…

Nine times in the first bracket…

You died to come back…

 

Well established bear cat tanks armored…

Riding through your front door…

Over the living room set…

Karma…

 

Those who they televise as neighborhood rebels…

Open fired back with higher caliber weapons…

The talent show began where it ended…

 

The biggest gang in the Un-united states are the…

Boys in blue…

An I ain’t talking about no Crips Cuz…

I’ll leave it for you…

Turning faces to dust…

 

This is mine…

That is yours…

There is power in numbers…

Stop the revenge on each other…

The man of color…

Isn’t yours…

Were made of rubber…

For hundreds of years…

We’ve endure…

Electric elected currents…

 

Your house guests are…

Friends…

Family…

My house guests are…

Original Gangstaz…

With 3 violent felonies…

Or more…

We are not our war…

Desolation

“Understand that I’m a man that’s been through to much to give a fuck…..”

 

Bang!

Bang!

Melted the cotton on his t-shirt…

Hole so big you could grow a small tree out of his Chest…

A messs…

 

The retaliation was to loud!

That the police didn’t even come till the next day…

Everyone was out side like…

It didn’t happen…

Children playing and laughing…

 

While body’s and half shells lay in the street…

Patty cake…

Patty cake…

Double dutch ropes…

Tag!

 

Your it…

little girls wearing make up and mini skirts…

Little boys trying to play with them…

Parents are God knows where…

Braided hair and condoms filled with hard heroin…

 

Diaper bags filled with pure cocain…

Hand gun violations…

Shoving shells in your pasta…

Spaghetti sause leaks down into the gutters…

I wanna go home!

 

Singing the insane insomnia games…

Turning brains unfunctional…

Muder murder murder…

Kill kill kill…

The voices are so fucking real!

 

Stepped on shoes by mistake…

His apologies got him killed…

I’ll just try to forget by…

Drinking and popping pills…

Ecstasy or pain killers…

 

On the way to the dealers…

Shipped……..

 

 

 

A Title To Kill For

Rain on boots for what!

SKS!

Rifle songs!

Took his limbs off!

T-shirts!

Deceased Faces on them…

That bubble stick blew no bubbles…

From Here…

To hell!

No fear here…

We are all use to this…

These young kids dwell…

Where unmasked terrot cards drop…

Falling out of  there black back pockets…

I picked one up…

It was the death card…

So clechie……….

 

Mainline

Single file…

It felt like I walked a mile…

Attacked with go back when…

This is the only place I call home…

 

 

Whoever said home is where your heart is…

Be the same one to end up a target where I live…

Surprise ground hog day 40 bottle upside your head…

They’ll all laugh at you through the hemorrohage till Fields dead…

 

The kids will take your money, socks and shoes…

Sell them bitches up at the Gas station…

Hope you didn’t have on no trues…

 

because this is there religion….

 

 

Pill poppers

full throttle

popping

wheelies

on dirt bike

after the

robbery

homicide

EBT cards

and the

last call

for alcohol…..

Do you know where the fuck your children are…

I swear I wish you needed a license to be a parent…

Pinal systems over crowded with our children…

and guess what…..

They just built another one…

like I said before…

“home is a prison inside a prison so when we go to prison we feel home”

So…

Ask us is home where are hearts are?

 

Sacrificial When Living………

Busted glass caused car alarms…

Then he was gone in 60 seconds…

 

Tree line…

Main line…

Department of corrections…

 

Just take a leap with me…

Everybody!

Everyday leap into my space…

 

G. I. Joe tought me that knowing is half the battle…

Wrong!

Knowing means battle over from the start…

Gold to bronze…

 

Repercussions anonymous…

I was a no show…

Shotgun to legs…

That’s a no show…

 

Scared to see greenish yellow under red…

That’s when you know your close to the bone…

Numb skulled bone heads…

 

I got the call…

Ten minutes later he was pronounced dead…

21 years old…

Grew tired of sitting in squares…

 

You can change…

You just can’t excape your pasts…

 

Sitting in my unexplainable conditions. My diagnosis became a grower and a shower… Toe tagged by a unsatisfactory of a nature.

S.O.S!

Where are the play grounds.

None!

Only cops patrolling… Mama outside in her robe selling ices…

Frozen!

Up the block is life… After dark can be death… Even if you seen it comming…

I said…

Even…

If…

You…

Seen…

It…

comming!

 

Positive light remains in a bullet…

Also know as the life saver…

We never choose…

This…

Flavor…

 

It’s just a heirloom…

Pardon my crimes…

See the south wounds…

The Beauty In My Peace

They ain’t reaching for peace. There reaching for firearms. So they don’t die by someone elses.

I swear!

The next person to tell me that ain’t from here. To have peace or chill! I’m going to show them the murder rate. Right here where I live. Show them the caskets that these little kids are getting barrier in…

There was a candle light visual. Some enemies walk up to the mother. Of the one the visual was for. She got shot in the legs and head so she to is going home.

One of my little dudes came home from prison. Had no place to go. No where of living. He broken into over 30 houses the day he walked out.

The next day came… The police put him back in cuffs. He will be doing a longer sentence…

Peace!?

How bout I give you a peace of the bullet I pulled out of a family member last year.

The police report said he was being violent. When I was beside him. The officer was looked at us smiling…

Told my little cousin he’d be next…  I told the cop… “Over my dead body bitch!” “Try me!” They kept on riding and shit…

So let me show you a piece. Of the piece… That these killers don’t give a fuck about in my city.

The Mayor shut down 60% of the schools. To build a tourist attraction down town. Promising jobs and gave them to the college kids and out of towners.

Who never come up town…

So with all due respect…. Take that peace that I hear so dear and burn it. With the klue klux klan and that racist confederate flag.

It will always be deeper that what you no or can understand. Fuck Martin Luther King…. I fucks with Malcolm X