A Chefs Thesis

A chefs thesis

Moving hills…
I need some…
Dramamine…
to smooth…
out these bills…..

Inhumane folk tails…
I can be to…
like Pecos Bill…
I’m…
Built to sabatoge…
lives…
That how I feel…….

Live from…
David’s shield…
No weapons formed…
Against me will……..

I might go crazy if I relapse off. The smells of fear on the upper tiers. praying for my enemies. They know not nothing of how I was built. Or how things can get real. Prices up and down like broken digital scales. That’s life so…. Keep it moving or give ’em hell! No obligations! They say we are bad influences. To raise our boys to become men. Well……. How the fuck can they become men? Our world is a Ghetto. Not letting anybody walk in or leave out. Ghettos of the world, slums, beat up stray cats and loose dogs. Survival is what is tought before we could even tie our shoe laces up! I want our people to live free! To breath fair air! To drink water that’s clean. Kick bad habits that plague our broken dreams. It seems to inhabit the planet. To witness to habitats we damage. From see men and women slaughtered! Raped, robbed or tortured!
To all my slums and ghettos in the world! places going to war over territory’s that are there’s. Politics and drugs! Hunger can turn people into gangsters and thugs. The only gangsters we know are the founders, the worst police and crooked judge’s!

Listen!

I don’t give a fuck if you from

Yemen
Eastern Europe,
Sudan ,
Palestine,
Thailand or India,
Uzbekistan, Pakistan, Kazakhstan
All the stans,
small towns in Russia,
Uganda, Nigeria,
Tanzania, Madagascar,
Toronto, Alberta, Newfoundland,
Nunavut territories.
Detroit, Baltimore, chi town,
new York and buffalo,
New Brunswick, southcentral,
watts, Inglewood,
Compton California,
Mexico, Venezuela, Brazil
Haitian or Cuban,
Jamaican
Trinidad & Tobago,
Peru, West Indies, puterico,
South africa, Somalia,
Iraq, Iran, Israel,
Mongolia,
Afghanistan,
Cuba,
Germany,
Southeast D.C,
Virginia,
Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Tampa,
Orlando,
The Turkish,
Indonesia,
The whole world has slums and ghettos! Let us Unite with each other!
For the future of the children, our wellbeing, our families if we have them!
More…
More…
More…

Subs

Overwhelming

To many hands

On

Me

Life is abusive

Intruding on my

Reclusiveness

Introverted

Designer mind

Maxing out on

Antidepressants

Storing

Opening

Closings

Like if a brain

Was a purse

Am I a person

The darkness has no curfew

Inside my

Statistics

Life just ain’t what it use to be

Or maybe

I’m not use to

This new life

For me

Evasive to open arms

Gambled on backstabbers

Or if they are not

“We all”

Isn’t the genre I’m apart

Of

I had my hand down in class

Whenever life’s teachings asked

Us

“What do you want now”

I thought I knew

What exactly I wanted then

If I knew then

The horrible things humans

Mentally

Can do now

What I know now

I would have barricaded my

myself

my emotions

Behind my enemies lines

Your the one who caused my

Problems

Then the blame game

Ensued

Leftovers of me

I’m the one who will fix this

Over

Over

First dance will be fire

Then on crushed glass

Befriended hot coals

Then I

Walked over I always Notice

Know one at the end

Of my path

As I got closer

The people

Those loving

Abled bodies

You know

Those who’s

Told

Over

Over and again

“I’m hear”

Where noticed visine

Clear

Know one there

So I know where

Stand

Where know one

Is

I never expect

Anyone to know

Where my

New

Know

Where

Is

Where I bear my

Own oxygen

My own air

Ya

Im right there

“Can You Believe…” “They Asked Me…” “Could They Do A Documentary…”

Hard living with out…

Supporting my claims…

Of never caring about…

 

 

Personal energy confide…

Addiction to what’s…

To I don’t know why’s…

 

Hints the blood vessels…

Bright red on the white…

Differentiated The reasons…

For me disliking life…

 

 

Like…

Am I the only one…

That can keep truths dirty…

So I don’t get brain washed…

In to the lies…

 

 

How can it be easy…

To take a life…

 

Police dogs chewing on your ass…

They didn’t even tell…

Him to stop…

 

 

The kid died from…

The infection…

They refuse to take him…

To the hospital…

 

No hospitality…

So the wonder why I be…

Why we be….

 

 

Tv, feeds me, to be ate…

Eaten to show people…

To be afraid…

Of us  negro’s…

 

 

House hold they never showed…

So if you havent talk to him or her…

How would you know…

Where his or her…

Negitivity…

Woe’s…

Grow stims from…

 

 

Living in a unsatisfactory…

Prism…

Complying to still be…

A victim…

I do not have support…

We…

 

 

 

“Work hard and be postive and productive!”😊

 

 

Let me take you on tour…

Speak to the locals…

Listening to the pains…

In there vocals…

Ohhh!

Wear some old shoes to…

Or the kids that have not…

Will un-kindly…

Remove them shits…

Up off of you…

Your new car was parked…

For 2 minutes…

Now I gotta walk to the…

Buss stop with you…

Obers and cabs don’t even…

Come through this ave…

 

 

Mother made him…

Mother fuck him…

I said fuck it…

So I rob his ass…

Nothing personal…

Just the shit we go through…..

 

 

“No one was really harmed or robbed in the taping of this and all guns and drugs you see are props….” Thank you!

 

 

 

 

Different Battle Field

War everday…

No peace…

Peaces of your head…

In between lanes…

Where I stay…

Almost…

I won’t count there Bodies…

The year just started…

No peace…

Only war lives here…

Nothing can solve it…

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?

 

BECAUSE I’M DYING INSIDE

Whats more
valuable than
money… Your
soul is the
answer…

Well in my
opinion. Whats
your true
worth?

Do you
know? Nope…
I don’t think you
do.

Before you
go to bed..
Well…
when you
finally do…

Do
you pray for
forgiveness?
Do you pray
for your family?

Do you have
family to pray
for?

Do you
sleep well? Do
you sleep at
all?

Do you!?

When you
wake
up…

Do you
thank the
almighty…

That you can
breathe today…
Also that you
have…

Another
chance to make
a change…

maybe you just
don’t even care…

Maybe when
the sun shines
through the
window…

On the
dark side of
your empty bed…

you realize that
your alone…

There is no one
there beside you.
Your mind
changes like a
on and off
switch…

Don’t it!
Should you
care or not…

Right…
Do people in
your life really
care about you…
Or are they just
using you…

I
don’t know…
Do people in
your life even
understand that

you’re one of a
kind and there
is know one on
the planet like
you?

THEY DON’T!
Be yourself
because being
different is
being
beautiful