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…

Oh No’s

I can honestly say that.
I’m seriously indecisive.

Yet,
when I fully commit to
something or someone.
it can become a crisis.
The hardest critic is myself.
Yes it’s true.

Various mental issues
that plague my view.
Getting Tangled in past unpaid
Dues.

I’m realising that the same
People who try instilling positivity.
Are Condoning these new ways.
To be offended By people. Who don’t understand there offending you.

Fuck! I’m tired!
Fuck you and ya mama!
I can’t stand humans and there
phony mottos to live by but won’t
Die by what there trying to
Live for.

Falsified explanations.. excuses why not to do this Or say that.
Why not to believe in this or that.
The blind lead the blind mah’ fucka!
Don’t you believe in that.

Just because it sounds like it’s true don’t mean that it’s right.
Like being in a relationship and your partner believes. Every
Thing they single friend says is right.

Right?!
Bitch Wrong!
I’m so far beyond your
comprehension that.
I already know the shit y’all be on.
Next time I take advice. It will be
from the earth, not a pilgrim.

What lives matter?
Shut the fuck up!
Those white folk had
Me facing 40yrs plus! for defending
Myself!

Shut up!
Let me finish!
I say this right here!
I “Mr Thomas” solidly, solemnly swear I will never write about
Love and old love affairs.
Till the earth burns on its axis and explodes. from
Global warming ignored.

Atlest I know I wont be the only
Person to burn in a hell. Ain’t no
Self-defense laws for negros.
For the record………
Fuck you all I’m already dead!
Lol!
Fuck the love you know
If it’s true love you never had.

Life….. Or…… Death…..

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….

Invisible Paper Lynch

Hung…

Fell…

Broken…

Into…

Peaces…

How can we hold our head high?

If what’s there we desire.

Can’t be reached to its entirety.

Rigged all things  that don’t equal.

To see the explosions of opposite people.

The reaction is always the same.

No understanding of these horrible ways.

The ways in which to not live these every….

Days……

Evil in our mannerisms!

Differentiates in moods!

Intense!

Never intended on hurting or putting fear in!

You……..

It’s just the environment!

The troubles and rubbles we live in!

With the sun being a ceiling!

The moon!

Is were the suns absence is pending!

The strange fruit that hung from trees!

Is now the faces of!

Poor women and men of color having a hung jury…

When even unanimous dissisions…

Are still minipulated in prejudice judicial systems!

Couldn’t wait to sentence thee.

Claiming another victim of this bubble of division.

Divide and conquer.

Always looked down at.

As A…

Minus…

Subtract us from our skin.

Maybe we can.

Be equal to them!

Showing my porcelain ass off!

Saying…

“Get a fucking job like everyone else does!”

Never will they understand.

That…

The box of chocolates that once were…

were melted by a shackled society…

Stepped on!

Walked on!

Spit out on to the floor!

No more!

The chocolate said….

No fucking more!

The First…. Sault Be Last…..

My brass poker face is my mask…

Under that mask is bones…

Face of the reaper…

 

Do I sleep?

Most times no…

Sometimes I just want to…

Feel pain…

Ya know…

 

I feel nothing…

I’m plain…

Prison pose on my DP…

One man 4 horsemen…

Of the apocalypse…

 

I’m ready…

shovels dirt over safty…

Guns with no safty…

I’m about to be a unckle…

Old ways were nothing humble…

 

Embrace the brass heart of my struggles…

I tucked my bread…

When they transferred me in the blue shuttle…

On my way to a new home…

In hell…

 

 

I don’t want to write no more…

I’m just not a writer…

I rather take the pen…

Shove it in a politicians jugular…

 

In these words…

you can tell that I’m vexed…

Lost some distant family members…

To the clutches of murder…

 

I’m so fucked up…

I’m so damn tired…

Of funeral services…

They can’t even afford them…

 

 

Poor them…

Kids being cremated…

The whole fucking cities tainted…

Gone…

Crazy…

Don’t save me…

I don’t want to be……………

 

I’ve been lied to forever…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drowning White Supremacists

They said…

Nevermind that…

I’ve never been a fan of doctor Martin Lucifer King Jr…

Turn the other cheek yet you lie and cheat on your wife as she sleeps…

Turn to another pair of butt cheeks is what he ment I guess….

“You mean to tell me if someone hit your mother in the face closed fist in front of you……”

You would say…

It’s OK…

He’s just hurting inside…

Whatever!

 

Played into the hands of the KKK…

“They won’t fight back!”

“So let’s kidnap and kill them!”

 

 

The past repeats itself till a race civil war starts…

Everyone is focused on the wrong shit…

 

 

“My country tis of thee…..”

“Sweat land of liberty…”

 

 

Never liberated from the true struggling…..

Invading other countries is patriotic in the heartless snakes of higher Archy…

Kill for your country and get rewarded …

That’s what I call a terrorist…

“Fine people on both sides….”

Fuck is he talking bout!

 

 

You are not my president!

Do you forget it………………

 

 

 

 

 

 

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…

Foe Dollaz

I won’t make another post until this post is spoke on and acknowledged. I swear and I will keep updating this until bubble world’s get popped…

Give opinions and ask questions…

You don’t have to like it…

this is not about race or racism towards enyone… this is just a reminder that we should have a independents day and a Memorial day for our ancestors struggles and up rising of the forgotten people……

 

 

 

 

 

Horse tranquilizer…

Sleep man sleep…

 

Cocain and heroin…

Is the adapter to these streets…

 

It’s no good…

It ain’t sweet…

 

But that’s what we slang…

So we can eat…

 

Foe wings and fries…

Foe wings and fries…

 

That’s all we eat…

That’s the closest food spot…

 

Left…

To rot…

 

Snap chat your pistol…

There is a new way to rob…

 

Touch hands with blood money…

Is the only way she will stay…

 

The truth will be spoke…

Most lies even make sence…

 

Things you may see as dangerous…

To us is a walk in a park…

 

Most cases are dropped…

from plea deals that weren’t smart…

 

If you would have took it to trial…

There was a 50 percent chance…

 

You would have lost…

The system knows…

 

We don’t have money to afford a good layer…

So they set us up to be talkers…

 

Eather way your dead…

Another black guy with a bullet to the head…

 

I’m going to say things…

That shouldn’t be said…

 

How many school shooters have you seen that are black wit wull hair…

Google and twitter that….

 

GOOGLE AND TWITTER THAT!

GOOGLE AND TWITTER THAT!

 

If we kill over anything…

It’s either money or disrespect…

 

He smacked my girls ass…

When she was walking to the corner store…

 

The aftermath was him removing…

That man out his shoes with the intricate tek…

 

Or he tried to play me out of the…

Hundred dollars he owed me…

 

Knowing he got to eat…

Being hungry can make a person…

 

Kill for absolutely no reason…

but we were put in a situation…

 

A situation where we can’t breath in…

So I save my last Foe dollaz…

 

And give the almighty my application…