From The Gutter

Hey…

I got heart…

I don’t run from nothing…

Ya…

I no…

I’m a convicted felon…

Ya…

I get it…

I don’t have a job…

You got me…

All my bills still get paid…

Mistaken…

Everytime…

I’m around the so called…

Civilized…

Even though I have more intelligence…

Manners…

Selfrespect…

Than all of them…

My scars have scars…

Fighting for food behind bars…

No love for me at all…

I don’t wear suits with ties…

Skinny jeans doing fuck shit to please…

I never talk about cars, me or jewelry…

I’m me…

I was raised…

Where you had to do Wild things

In order to live to eat…

I use to be ashamed…

I never graduated 8th grade…

Gun toting…

Only for protection…

Fist fights in my early days…

Angry at the world…

I felt like no one loved me…

Good girls were scared of me…

So I fell for hood girls…

They never denied me excepting me proudly…

I dont try to be tough…

Or say I cant be killed…

I don’t want to be called a gangsta…

By old ladies and children…

I may not be book smart…

Or the man of your dreams…

No BMW and nice teeth…

I’m loyalty…

Standing 10ft tall…

Respected by all…

A true inactive gang O.G.

I protect all that I care for and love…

I don’t even have to lift one finger or budge…

Can’t and won’t ever get a fair shake…

My old life was painfull…

In return…

I raised the stakes…

Personal…

You think I don’t want better…

I’d rather walk then drive…

I like getting familar…

You may catch me in dark ally’s…

On Saturday nights…

Live…

Shotting C. Lo or Craps with cold killers that all admire me…

Cigarette lighters flicker till shiny…

Cell phone lights may run out of batteries…

To see the dice rolling…

Head Crack!

I just want to…

Be treated fair…

I just want to…

Be seen for what’s inside of me…

Not what’s outside or outside of me…

I’m from the ghetto…

So ain’t no love for me…

No love…

So I had no choice but to become a G…

I’m From L.N.G. Part 2

Baltimore City is running out of yellow police tape and chalk making grow men run jumping gates.

DON’T MISS!

If you do…. that’s your ass in a sandwich bag. Toes neatly tagged up by white cold rose men.

THERE WILL NEVER BE A END!

True blue and red, blue and red riding through the hood up beside you. Hungry and blood Thirsty nomes with helpers surrounding you. Taking whatever is reliable. Please… They don’t ask for license and registration. Never run off because they don’t do no chasing.

CAGING INSANITY!

Explaining the other side of what you never see on t.v. Is hard for America to understand. A nine year old boy broke into a house. Stole a gun… Shooting every thing up. The poison they’re feeding yall. They’re feeding us…

DON’T TURN AROUND IN THE DARK!

Anybody on the street asks you a question or has a Hoody on over their heads. Don’t say anything back if they speak. This is my only warning. Mind your own… Keep on going!

THE ENDLESS HUSSLE!

Wet razor blades with crack  cocaine  residues. Chopping away at the eight ball on the glass table. All around…. Gunz are loaded. No Jehovah’s witnesses ever knock on these doors at ten in the morning or closest of closest kin will be morning.

DUSK IS ALWAYS HEAVY! I FEEL SMOTHERED!

Give me some air! All in a plastic bucket. So I can divide it amongst my brothers in company…

Only me…

Only us…

L.N.G………….

I’M FROM L.N.G. PART 1

This ain’t no spelling bee… Spelling my name out of your mouth won’t get you close to me. My history’s consistency started with small timing off of the Avenue.

A collage of car after car started to make me sea sick. Up on Blvd is where the broads never turned off tricks. Prices were negotiated from leaning on the cars window seal then she would hop in.

Quick trips to the liquor store hoping that they don’t close the door.

SHIT!

I’M LATE

Now me and the guys got to pile up in the van on to the other side where the late bar would be still standing. Fast forward to a deadly shotting in front of the late liquor bars doors shutting the bar down for good.

There were more and more and more shoot outs later. Left 75% of my good nature gone up in the gun smoke of my patience. Sometimes I even ended up a hospital patient.

The girls around my way stay in drama. Plotting and scheming on the next man with big dollars. Can’t tell them nothing to save them. They just get angry, causing a scene saying things like “Don’t try to control me”!

Later on seeing her day after day getting lighter and dry coughing more. Now a fighter of H.I.V…. You know…. that house in Virginia. Just to fuck man after man because he has more bandz.

I just could never understand…

If the kids starved. They robbed and stole. As the gotten older they were stronger and boulder. Now all of them on the run from the F.B.I….

You shoot me I shoot you back! The whole neighborhood owned fire for their hands. You could never tell them that black on black crime is foolishness. They ain’t going to sit to death. They ain’t going to die no matter who it is!

Retaliation done took the lives of most groups this year. More R.I.P. tattoo’s this year.

I’M FROM L.N.G.

Pain Killers

I died today…
Rest in peace…
So sad my life
ended like it started.
Addiction…
I couldn’t shake
it so I dissolved
in my own bag
of brown sugar.
The pain it wouldn’t
stop, the flames
were very hot and
I’ve stained the
minds of lots,
but only after death.
No pot to piss
in so I stole yours.
Bewildered…
Kicking in door
after door only
to find more
problems on
the other side.
Your irresponsible
lectures turned me
out. Making me
heartless.
This is evidence
that supports
and confirms
my statements.
I laid on her
stomach at
night rubbing
my fingers on
her cesarean
scars and she
took her
pocket knife
that was already
stained with
her past lovers
blood and
stabbed me
in the back
and twisted
the blade
until it broken
in my flesh
to create
more pain.
I didn’t die
from that.
I died because
I loved for
one second to
many and
turned my back.
That was
the first time
my tears created
acid that
dropped in my
hands and burned
away the calluses.
I am so glad to
be dead.