“I may die in battle but I will never lose the fight!”

“Gun jammed

He lost his life

In hot sands……”

 

 

 

 

Still I wanted to be a paragraph…

 

Sitting on the soft side of my eulogy

Preparing no pictures for the inside….

 

 

No good times!

 

 

Mind was permanently layed off!

 

My casket will be a tin can

With a nickel and a penny in it!

 

 

Can’t even play a fucking Jukebox!

 

 

“Shirt worth a damn juice box!”

“Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These!”

“Who the hell am I to disagree!”

“Lol I love that song!”

 

 

I’m the land mine out of my damn mind…

 

 

When I finnaly die in battle

It will be from eternal life…

 

 

Since I fell from God’s kingdom wings Smokey black on both sides…

 

 

I’m trying to keep that side A

From side b turning my cassette tape

Into one million degrees!

 

 

 

This beautiful pain

Will be my victory…

 

 

I don’t need nothing!

 

 

Or a unknown known sprocket to do shit for me!!!

 

 

If you want to pitty me!!!

 

Do it by dieing for admitting our cause to live means you never gave a fuck about me!!!

 

 

Our corpses will kiss for a ment to be moment……..

 

“To

Be……”

 

“This will be close to a victory……..”

 

I trust know one or nothing trying to get close enough to me!!!!!

 

I’m just dry rotten dabree………….

 

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!

Putter There

Does Life keep you down? Don’t worry! Just put on your best happy!

Face….

 

Can’t get a decent job! From past court cases!

Hey!

Just put on a happy!

Face….

 

 

 

You need to be loved! You want a companion! You can’t even stand!

Your…

Self…

Put on a happy!

face…..

 

 

Christmas is coming! Thanksgiving to! Not one thanks from those! Unappreciative souls!

You

Need

To

Just

Put

on

that

happy

face……….

 

 

 

Praying for help! Only to be left by yourself! No hands make contact alone in this world…

Broke the home with in self! I still have flash backs no relief from disasters! I still catch nightmares! Like fire flys finally reaching happiness!

Rising up off the couch sweating!

Yelling!

 

 

Surrounded by demons of these imaginary friends…

Since!

kin

Der

Garden……

 

 

 

Shootings at high capacity, atrocious to civilians… Meteor showers that lasted for hours top mileage!

 

The mayor declared a cease fire! That just ment a break! For actions to subside. For a week or less. I was the opposite of……. Not a maniac? A disciple of seeing my enemys! Bleed to death at there last supper! Now surrounded by a new breed of cowards!

With no respect for perfect aim………

 

 

It’s indisputable that I am a King!

I know I know…

I am one of the worst fuck ups…

A fuck up…

Sleeping in hellish-ly peace……………

I’m Not A Poet… I’m A Retired Gangster…

“I will never be a slave to correct-ness”

 

 

The pharoh the phenomenon of my ancestors blood be aware that all the gold diamonds will return back to mud nothing but speech diseases spreading beheading my hope problems get swollowed like contraband down the throat kids bids baby bibs tears I swear I’m going crazy here just because I  was born here don’t make me from here light beer turned to wine for this light year age of the Aquarius how old is she or he then bend metal with the mind open in position for the positive mind to expand like big dick up in a uturus I do what I want with no pause button for my future to end with words from faces like he was a real man so there is no one more loyal than I am reciting the Torah in a Moorish clothing baited by feds but they never cought me fuck the world for breeding criticism in everything like you should do this and you should do that No Chris do what the hell Chris wants to do my murder will be standing up from the people who say you can’t you can and when I get into my comfy burgundy velvet casket drop me in it upside down so you can kiss my dead ass cheeks you bastards

The U.S. Zoo

“Artwork done by me.”

 

 

 

Mistreated!

How can you!

Even call yourself!

A God fearing!

Dropping kids!

In!

Private prisons!

 

Killing fields!

 Domestic terrorism!

The people in power!

Ignore symptoms!

Throwing focus off!

Those beautiful!

 Hard working!

Human beings!

 

Crossing over!

The border!

 

They have no say so

Over there

Own kids crying!

 

Dieing!!

DIEING!!!!!!!!

DIEING!!!!!!!!

 

Having!

No say so!

From hundreds!

Of miles!

Away from!

 

 

I want to cry!

Sometimes!

If it were all the time!

 

 

I want to!

Seriously!

Adopt!

Every last child!

Torn apart!

From there families!

Bring those families!

Up higher!

Reunite them one by one!

With!

There!

Mom’s and dads!

If I could rob!

The government!

For a billion dollars!

They would  all!

Have free housing!

Health care!

From the harsh!

Brutality!

Violence!

Turn my self in!

To authorities!

Just to give them all!

A better running starting!

For the chance to smile!

 

 

No more badges!

Or round ups!

Like wild animals!

Torn apart from!

labeling!

Crying for freedom!

Seeking asylum!

For every childs!

Grand future!

 

 

 

Envisioning!

Violence!

When they dream!

Problems!!

They see!

 

 

These are not!

Sick dogs!

Or!

“Look at the flowers!”

Till blood falls! 

 

 

They will never be!

 

Treated!

 Unfairly! 

Inhuman element!

By sick disturbing!

Badges!

Handed over from!

Racist!

Politicians!

 

“Let those kids speak!”

Stop covering!

There mouths!

If you notice!

There Families never!

Get the chance!

To be heard!

By a reporter!

Riddle me that!

God!

I hate being a American!

 

POVERTY!

WAR!

THE STRUGGLING!

THEY ONLY SHOW!

THE ATTRACTION FOR TORRISTS!

FUCK FACTS!

FUCK STATISTICS!

YOU WELL NEVER FEEL OUR STRUGGLES!

TILL YOU COME HOME WITH US!

VISIT……….

💯💯💯💯✊✊✊✊

 

 

Aginst These Goalies

I’ll be coming round the mountain when they come!

I’ll be coming round the mountain when they come!

I’m going to let these bitches no were I’m from!

 

Stories of the low and dangerous….

As I fight to taste pain in a lonly unjust…

Will you or will you not understand I’m not…

I only live for clouds…

Putting on day of the dead sounds…

Fucked over for showing love!

Fucked over for going places and being judged!

I don’t want or need no friends…

Just like family…

They can leave your tears in ribbons…

 

Nothing can ever persuade me to care…

Damsels…

There cradled sarcastic shit on the bottom of new boots…

Turned backs on the only men who they choose…

Always choosing me to abuse…

If I abuse you!

I will be a bomb you can’t defuse…

Yet I’ll stick to my moral trues…

You Can’t pick or chose to pick up my shoes to wear…

They really want me to care…

The ones who say I should try it…

Won’t even blink a eyelid If I died to day bitch.

When the ball dropped on new years…

I cryed the first of the years new tears…

I’m rude still…

Exporting to my enemy’s

Importing new fears.

 

I watched someone…

With kids getting put out there apartment today…

Where they live…

I gave them my last so they could stay…

There…

That doesn’t make me good…

Or a pinch of a good holy man….

I pressed up on there landlord…

Threatened him with the most unholy plan.

 

Honestly..

 

I wanted to stab him in the face…

Right then and there…

The old me is gone…

It’s just the look of my facial features…

That I have that still preaches…

Silly me…

I only no how…

To withstand the values of…

Being a sacrifice or kamikaze….

 

Fuck you and ya mommy…

If I’m down…

Don’t perform the himlick…

I’ll tell you what you can kiss…

I just rather break your wrist…

The only time I really get attention is…

When I’m walking through stores in the mall…

 

“Excuse me sir but how long are you going to be brousing here”

 

 

Till you get the fuck out my face and stop following me!

I’ll stay the wrongly accused till I D.I.E.

There is no right…

Once people see me…

Well…

Haha…

You won’t fight or beat me…

Call the police like Y’all always do!

Like that will defeat me…

 

I’ll slap shit out of them to…

Real NIGGA wit a attitude…

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!

Love Thy Prisoners

Morbit

Moss grows on my tears

Orbiting

I seriously have no fears

When touched

I will kill you

The insaine, sain

Saint In my

Own way

I can go every place that

You can’t

Leaving a path in your

Silent rants

Talk if you feel

It will change how

I feel

I feel nothing

Yet I’m reasonable

See that target over there

If you can shoot that bee

From here

You disrespected me

In front of my peers

I’ll

let you live

He missed

I didn’t

The target

Daminished

In front of a crowd of

Witnesses

 

Lol ,Well, Hypothetically speaking

Just let me be

 

At sixteen

I bought a Mac 10

A bullet proof vest

Level 13

 

Remember when so n so

Fucked me over

Plus

My love and loyalty

Said bad things about my mother

Over and over I believe

Well the jury should have called me

“Shaggy”

Cause I told them

“It wasn’t me”

 

 

 

 

Regarding

My reflection

judged

I don’t give a fuck

I live to survive

I will permanently shut you up

Although I ain’t proud

Of the shoes I once worn

I dream every night about

Old things that I’ve done

Things that happened in the war

The war in the streets

Not that patriot bullshit

I don’t stick my nose in

Other folks affairs

I don’t believe in calling everyone

Not “Cathilic” or “Christian”

A terrorist

All this shit

When America can

Dropping bombs on

Holy Mosqes, family’s and small children

let me kill someone in self-defense

I’ll get a thousand yes

No damn picket fence

From the judge with no regrets

Called a no good gangster

With no regards for human steps

Fuck the judge

Plus those american ways of political respect

Fuck all the times

I was young and the police beat my ass

Black privileged

With the privelge of being disrespected

I’ll die for what I belive in

Till freedom becomes our true blessing

I don’t give a damn who hates me

I don’t preach hate behind a podium

Let’s lock in behind prison doors

The ones you put us in

I fucking bet you won’t go toe to toe with him

Him is me

Him don’t give a damn if him bleeds or can’t breath

Come get me

I will kill you

Sinning

Sincerity

 

 

 

Again! I’ve Changed!

Dry your eyes

To this new day

I am a fool A

We all make mistakes

 

Lacking pations

Identity mistaken

Missunderstood

For the savage I was

 

I pissed on everday

I crushed

Sickning

The things I’ve did

 

For lunch

Kicked doors

seal walls

Drugs and all

 

My down fall was

My generosity

Advantage of

My heart of gold

 

Mold grew on my fist

Others blood on my

T shirt

Blood on my Timberlands

 

Mad cuz my feet hurt

I litterally walked miles

To get to where I had

To go

 

Slow pain

No mercy

Had no mercy

I planted no mercy

 

In others

So other gangstaz

Reimbursed me

Endorsed me

 

Hanging off the back

Of mopeds at thirteen

Shoot outs

Screaming like

 

A Soldier being trained

“This is my rifle”

“This is my gun”

“This is my block now”

 

Street warlord

Resorted

To violence

Do not get it fucked up

 

I’d die to protect

My community

Loved ones

These were no stun guns

 

Pulled out to show where

I’m

From

Collided with shadows

 

“Then”

“Tag”

“I win”

 

 

That Day

Boom

Boom

Boom

 

Fi

Fi

Fi

 

Truck crashed

It wasn’t no drive by

No hide by

Walk downs including

Outer space

Blown out of the space

The thoughts were in

Trials and tribulations

Force hands to bury

A non matching gang sign

Imagine

If it never happend

The shooters

Small family would have

Died

Mercedes Benz property

Raw sex with fate unpredictable

Call your local psychic

She wouldn’t have never

Well

Nevertheless

Chest pieces went missing

Off the board

Simon says

Whoever pulled that trigger

Is alive till this day

Fate

Over

Everything