No Anesthesia

A crisis…

Terrorism…

That seriously needs…

To be abolished…

Acknowledged…

Not private…

 

 

This grease fire of evil intent…

Needs to be….

Fanned….

Flames more…

Attention and exposure…

 

It could be your…

Mother….

Sister…..

Aunt….

Grandma…..

Cousin…

Damn….

Why…………….

 

FUCK THAT!!!

Consequences should be!

Death!

 

 

Castrated without anesthetics!!

 

Fucking scabs!

That need to be pulled!

Offed!

 

BITCH!!

Bleed to death!

 

 

 

I’m sorry…

I can’t rest knowing….

That…

Out there…

Somewhere…

A girl or women…

Is being brutally raped…

Tookin………

 

 

Touched and molested…

 

 

NO!!

Let’s not hide this shit!!

Let’s ride for this shit!!

Fucking riot!

This is war declared!

These!

Creatures!

Carbon copy men!

You just as can’t be a father!

You were born!

How can you do this to a mother!!

 

 

 

I rather kill him!

And him and him……..

 

Smiling…

As I rot in a prison…

For a murder conviction…

If I could take ten men out!

With my bare hands!

In one day!

That’s ten less preditors on the streets!

Check your head count sheets!

 

 

What about her tears…

What about God’s gift…

What about those children…

What about there fears..

How the fuck can you live!

 

 

Let’s talk about it…..

Let’s walk about it….

March in peace…

With fire on our feet…

Yell in the damn streets!

about it………..

 

Fuck is you talkin bout!!

 

 

Riot!

Get violent!

For justice for the brutal violence!

From the suspect number…

187…

 

The real issue stay…

Set aside to decay….

More bodies…

Everyday….

Thats is swept away…

Dust………

 

 

 

Tell your daughters!

Every second….

You love them…

 

 

 

WATCH THE AUTHORITIES DO NOTHING!!

WATCH A BY STANDER OR WITNESSES DO NOTHING!

HER BEAUTIFUL COTTON TORN UP ON A SUNDAY!

 

 

Nothing……………

 

 

 

The rapist….

A preditor…

A theif…

A manipulator…

Weakness is what they seek!

 

 

It gets worst…

People whisper…

Saying things…

Whore……..

 

AND YOU ARE THE VICTIM!

 

While it only takes seconds…

For a group of demons to!

Hold her…

Down…….

 

Shot her consent…

Psychological…

Oven mits…..

 

 Innocence…

Demolished…..

 

 

Screaming for help…

Attire ripped up…

Finger printed….

 

 

Even if she lives….

She would probably take her…

Own life…

If…….

 

Or!

Say enough is enough!

Becoming a soldier!

In this fucked up world war……..

 

 

 

 

Death by firing squad!

To the dick and balls!

Pause……

 

 

 

This is dedicated to T. B.

And all the victims and case dismissals…

Your voices will not go unheard!

Your all in my prayers!

I love you alllll!!

Stay strong!

 

Running Truth Never Lies…

“One of my throw backs from 2017”

 

 

Nigger…

Thug…

Violent…

Scammer…

Coon…

Carpet bagger….

Minority…

Cotton picker…

Spook…

Monkey…

You people…

Dirty…

Ghetto trash…

I’ve been called it all! It doesn’t even faze me anymore! Tell me what you no about pain! I’ll show you me and my ancestors scars!

I was young when I paused and heard…

“Run nigger run!”

The color of there faces I’ll never forget…

I was 20 years old when I was beaten…

Run for what? I can’t even run for president…. I can’t even show you I’m better than! Without some folk putting down a man…

Can I speak for a minute…..

Minority….

Those words are what hurt the most… Did you forget that we came her before! Most of y’all on boats….

Oh god….

Let me shut up there! I know y’all don’t want to hear that old sad story…

Narcissist!

Nah…

Nope….

I won’t call you that or blind to the facts….

You can see!

I promise I won’t talk about that case…

I’ll just yell

“about face!”

Speaking to myself in the clear mirror about a raped race….

Just to myself though…

So don’t panic…

Can I get a witness?

What’s up my native American brothers?

What’s up my Muslim sisters?

Racism!

I think it just never existed…

So from me!

It’s just not worth mentioning….

Racism doesn’t exist….

I’m being sarcastic!

What’s up Donald trump?

What’s up communism?

What’s up to all these new prison systems they’re building…

That’s the new section 8…

Rent free…

You understand me?

Oh don’t get me wrong!

They’re building them for us…

I’m just dreaming…

Sleep walking fast to the back of the bus…

In 2017….

What’s up Rosa parks?

What’s up justice?

“What’s up Chris?”

Oooohhh…. Snap!

Justice you do speak!

Can you free all my soldiers! Free all the walls that seem to block the very eyes of the already formed generations of the blind deaf and dumb… The shameless cobras…

Let my people go!

We have suffered enough…

Witness please!

Soon again they will all be on the receiving end…

True with a side of justice is coming!

True justice is not pleased! There will be examples made to all these genocidal thieves…

Conceal your blood line please!

Im being Sarcastic again…

So wake up….

Amen…

R.i.p to all the miss treated, murdered for no reason…

Free all the victims of the broken system…

I love you all!

Peace!

 

DESPAIR IS MY NAME

(A older one)

 

I got to get this off my chest…

All the rage I bare in me…

They won’t accept me for me from first site…

why?

I’m already feel guilty…

From my past…

I changed…

Only to be back at square one…

A loaded gun to my head!

Is what you gave me!

Pulled the trigger on my hopes attached to dreams!

I still feel like I’m running through the woods…

Trying to escape my former masters from enslavement…

 

 

DESPAIR IS MY NAME!

You’ve closed the window’s on my fingers…

You shut the doors in my face…

So what am I suppose to do?

How will I live?

How will I support myself?

My family…

I’m hungry at night…

Do I starve?

Waiting for a hand out…

Or do I take action?

What do I do?

 

 

DESPAIR IS MY NAME!

This treadmill of lies!

Promising me change!

Change for Better living!

Its all just a sham!

Don’t believe it!

Politicians!

Whatever!

Heath care!

Forget about it!

Social security!

Don’t make me laugh…

Spit on your shoes!

 

 

DESPAIR IS MY NAME!

 

Reparations Or I’m Taking

You really don’t need a light to see the dark truth.

The root of all enemies that grow from the seeds of all these rich theives.

Robin hoods that Rob you of your goods.

Health care!

Social security!

Then make our pockets bleed morbitly.

Give us some air to breath!

Some blue sky’s to see!

Instead of broken dreams, row homes and dead bodies.

Compare and contrast…

To No comparison…

We steal to satisfy hunger…

You steal to satisfy greed…

I can tell you a noticeable difference. Your suit and tie are both very expensive. We work hard everyday and can’t even keep food in the kitchen. You drive a nice car with a push start ignition. We got to catch  crouded buses and hacks to get to our destination.

Surprisingly!

We are some how always late! Never making it the same roads were they made our inslaved ancestors walk bare foot and naked…

I’m just stating something factually…

A reminder!

Events of the cruely under noticed…

Feeling so violated…

We need a rape kit…

To all you white collard stick figures…

Racists…

GIVE US WHAT YOU OWE US…..

Reparations…..

Magic Tricks and Politics

IM GONE!

No… I’m not here anymore. I can’t stop tears anymore. I’ve cliff dived with no bungie cord into the darkness because this life I couldn’t afford.

IM GONE!

I remember playing in the living room as a child when police kicked in the door. Later bringing pain to my name like a severed spinal cord. Traumatic incidence in my life became so easy to ignore.

IM GONE!

80s baby… I grew up when the heroin prices were cheap and the murder rate was higher than a mountain peak. You can tell by the outside weed smell that I’m trapped and it so real. I was a teenager when a .380 bullet grazed my index finger with steal.

IM GONE!

No one is there for you… The streets became the only option to eat. Your 4th love cheated death in the passenger cars seat. Whisky on my breath and white girl in my system. There was a mean shoot out on the block that night and the next day some of the guys came up missing.

IM GONE!

My mind is now warped from years of war and seeing body’s drop before me. Blood stains remain on my boots reminding me of my old troops that I ran with. What do you do when all your used to is pain, trechery and suffering? What do you do when your defense is the only thing your left with? What the fuck do you do when your constantly faced with life or death situations?

NO YOU CANT TELL THIS MAN SHIT SO IM GONE!

Don’t Be Mad… You Made Us This Way

I’m not influential…                                       I’m not a role model…                                    I don’t have positive quotes…

Please listen to these notes…                       Understand that I want to be all of the above. You see its hard telling someone who’s blind to see. It’s hard telling someone deaf to hear. It’s hard telling someone who’s hungry not to eat. It’s hard telling someone who’s broke not to steal. It’s hard to tell someone who’s waiting for a job not to sell hard. It’s hard to tell a rich country to help it’s people. It’s hard telling cops not to shoot black people. It’s hard to tell wealthy family’s to give money to the less fortunate.

I’m not influential…                                        I’m not a role model…                                    I don’t have positive quotes…

So please listen to these notes….  I rather fucking live like a renegade then live my life under paid. Over slaved while bills pile up. In this world shit cost and it seems like all I ever do now or days is take loses.

So what am I suppose to do? Can you tell me that? Can you tell me personally that everything is going to be alright for me and my people? We are the struggling and forgotten. Tell me how the fuck I’m suppose to feel when my brothers are trying to survive while being frustrated? My sistas got it even worst! Tell me how I should feel when the crime rate is quickly rising to the top? Do you even know why crime is rising? Well if you don’t know the answer then that’s why I ain’t fucking positive!

That’s why I ain’t no role model!

That’s why I’m not influential?

So please save you thoughts and words if you don’t live like me, him and her…

You can’t tell us nothing!

Privileged (Remastered)

I stayed awake while you slept soundly. I had to look for food while you ate proudly. Tell me does your stomach ache and do you feel safe in your own home?

Tell me because I really wanna know!

Its cold here in my apartment and sometimes we have to heat the stove, the water is filled with lead and sometimes the bath water might run cold. Tell me PLEASE I really want to know. I live where bullets ricochet everyday off brick walls and where there are more drugs, guns and alcohol on the corners than there are jobs.There is more concrete and broken glass than actual flowers and grass.

Your house is big and white with your nice white fence surrounding it.Your warm home and comforting family that are always there when you come through the door.

My abusive nature and constant arguing voices that despond me from any social and physical activity’s with others. Doors that slam shut often leaving me hopeless and unsafe but at the same time thorough tough as I attain a strength for loneliness and self-pity.

Tell me do you feel the same and is it true? TELL ME PLEASE because I want to know.

I know I sound pessimistic and sometimes I’m enraged but there is bloody tears in the kitchen and even when I’m outside I still feel imprison. Am I crazy? Do I need help? I want to know one thing from you, how would you feel if you ran in my shoes? How would you feel if you had my skin color with my bruises?

Please I’m dying to know why am I who I am and you’re who you are.

Years later I have grown up strong and proud now but you…Are different now. You don’t smile as much and you’re always unhappy. Your life is like the number 8, never-changing and always the same no matter how you shape.

Tell me if you grew up right why is everything in your life so wrong now?

JUSTICE please tell me because I got to know.