Cutt Out

When ties cut.
The fall will be

massive like.
Lies that touch

the lives of the gullible.
Pure, poor bastards

who also.
Took a life or took there own after…

Im not surprised.
To hear all the

guilt tripping.
Foot clipping.
Thoughts into

self doubt.
Heart breaking how.

You cant feel or hear any push of confidence.

Aggressively being

told that you will make it out…

With a hand full of sillys

and glitter Lillys. Pinching

your nerves, to see them

happy while you suffer.

Wanting nothing in life.

To not be toxic. To

toxic for wanting a friendship. Can’t even comprehend your

own insanity to begin with…..

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…

Certified On All Sides Bitch

Till I D.I.E WEST SIDE fuxk those opinions There’s been a opioid Epidemic In the city’s,

Were my people Resigned aside Gentrification But when our Bodies drop We never even got mentioned, T

hey didn’t give A fuck,

No news, No propaganda Ask yourself this,

What black person You know own a Port with ships,

why When a collage Kid comes to The ghetto with His friends to get a hit, They get let go When cought With contraband,

We go to jail Bail revoked, nine postponed Trial dates, Fuck America Y’all made us This way And fuck you Coons,

Dancing for master Racism and Lynching still, Exist, but to Most it don’t even matter,

the world Rather focus On pro nouns And space Travel, Iphones and Shit, I’m pissed, to be frank I’m tired I can wait, Till this world is Purificate,

Burns All of there Ancestors sins away A blood line condemned Did, Fuck you, Fuck you If America was Litteraly The last pussy On earth,

I still wouldn’t Fuck you, You fucking Fools, Listen, His a history Lesson, For you disrespectful, Bitchs,

My ancestors Came from Africa, So what does That make me, How can I be Anti-Semitic When The Semitic one is me, What number Never changes in Shape,

The number 8, Fuck Instagram, To Those private Prisons the provide my niggaz to live in, funded By you company leaders, Facts!

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

These Past Weeks

The terror in my life breaths no love songs…

Chapter 11 filed on my mind.

Now the bank of evil holds it…

Bro this!

Bruh that!

Please go ahead with that bro shit!

I’m not that!

Bro…

Half of my bros have life sentences…

Locking in and shit…

Reality in there eyes is just irrelevance..

Knife fights loud till bones chip…

Screems follow from the mouths of the strongest men.

Canned goods that look like the contents of dog food…

This ain’t no fucking joke

My life is consistent with cutthroats…

No positive quotes…

That holiday dope…

Maintaining a civilians composure.

They can tell in my eyes im not a civilian.

Chameleons myself to every day people…

Till I eventually flip…

I can’t keep putting peep holes in peaks of foreheads.

So sad…

To rough…

Some days there’s tears…

Some days there is blood…

Shedding my old ways to make better days is hard…

Tough…

I do not want to be successful…

I just want to see the sun…

Standing up…

Pour Your Own Troubles

Drums…

Rough rock fingers on saxophones…

Old gold in a paper bag…

Pianos…

Cap lock on wish we hads…

Gutar pics lack there of…

A man named…

 

“Bucky .O Bitchs”

 

His mistresses were…

Rythum of blues…

Cunningham content constructing visuals…

By notes of inked words…

Impenetrable…

Where there is no black or white…

Left or right…

What’s right is what’s wrong…

We all have our struggles…

Rich or poor…

Failed At Falling

I stowaway under unexpected mind bursts…

Stuck to a exploding rockets aftermath…

Fever sweats get the bests of my evenings and mornings…

I admit that my faith can be double jointed…

No one’s favorite…

Understated…

Underrated…

I dislike my way of….

I won’t say of…

That personal information…

They can’t see you…

Until you make noises…

I play my voices on tape recorders…

“Note to self…”

leave no evidence….

My skin is just a fallout suite full of borders of angel burriers…

Test the water…

Blood baths…

Knuckle scares…

I played the star spangled banner backwards…

It said… “Nigger go home!”

I ain’t going no where until something or some one…

Takes my soul…

Retrieved the wet dipper butt naked smoke…

I remember where I was when his body fell in front…

Over done…

The Beauty In My Peace

They ain’t reaching for peace. There reaching for firearms. So they don’t die by someone elses.

I swear!

The next person to tell me that ain’t from here. To have peace or chill! I’m going to show them the murder rate. Right here where I live. Show them the caskets that these little kids are getting barrier in…

There was a candle light visual. Some enemies walk up to the mother. Of the one the visual was for. She got shot in the legs and head so she to is going home.

One of my little dudes came home from prison. Had no place to go. No where of living. He broken into over 30 houses the day he walked out.

The next day came… The police put him back in cuffs. He will be doing a longer sentence…

Peace!?

How bout I give you a peace of the bullet I pulled out of a family member last year.

The police report said he was being violent. When I was beside him. The officer was looked at us smiling…

Told my little cousin he’d be next…  I told the cop… “Over my dead body bitch!” “Try me!” They kept on riding and shit…

So let me show you a piece. Of the piece… That these killers don’t give a fuck about in my city.

The Mayor shut down 60% of the schools. To build a tourist attraction down town. Promising jobs and gave them to the college kids and out of towners.

Who never come up town…

So with all due respect…. Take that peace that I hear so dear and burn it. With the klue klux klan and that racist confederate flag.

It will always be deeper that what you no or can understand. Fuck Martin Luther King…. I fucks with Malcolm X

 

I Got To Make It!

Sitting here in silence thinking about the next step to bigger checks.

Calmly…

Till a light bulb cracked going dem.

Then out for good….

Is this a sign?

Flashing lights!

Sirens all night roaming up and down my block!

The black bird flies high and low!

Scoping out the landscape.

Hovering over the places that ready and raw is being sold.

Hands passing substances through tinted windows.

Arguments over pettyness….

Till you hear the occasional…

“I’ll be back!”

That means you better hurry up to get your biggest gun!

Before he gets his!

Hours later…

If you listen!

You can hear the tools that never fix enything!

Only progressing the situations impatients!

Then rigor mortis is left with escalating  souls vaccent.

All for a reputation?!

We call it “getting stripes…”

Maybe He found out his girlfriends love for him wasn’t true?!

Not even knowing what love is….

She resently slept with someone her boyfriend knew!

He later on that night approaches the man.

Pulls a gun out of his waistband.

Puts it up to the other mans head!

Then blew his brains into outer space!

The place where his brains once were…

Got knocked out of the space where his face was!

Outer… Space…

All over a disloyal her…

Now he’s doing life in the joint!

The Dead man is doing death!

Oh….

And the girl….

Yes her!

Still having different men in and out her mothers house.

While her kids fake sleep!

To hear the sounds of her bed squeeking.

Sitting here thinking…

I’m going to do whatever it takes!

To get the hell away from this perpetually, hateful mischievousness!

I promise!

I’ll leave no finger prints…..

 

 

Blood Over The Stolen Hill

I believe I
was a…
Apache in
a former
life…
Sharpening
my tomahawk…
With stones…
Draped my
Face
Drenched
Over war
paint…
Finger
tips
Dipped in
the blood
from my
adversary’s…
Treacherous…
I was chief
A running gun
Five star
Buffalo
general…
Tougher
Then
bull
Horns…
Calcium
That was
strong…
Like
The aroma
of menthol…
Giving out
orders…
Raising thee
Young…
Wise
tribe in
Native pride…
Proudly…
Many
died on
that
hill yet…
We
Keep
them in
our prayers…
We
pushed back
our intruders
infantry block…
Mowing
down the
lives thee
Unworthy
opposition…
Pale white
Dirty skin,
Filty men…
Trying
to take our
land
Kill and
Rape our
Wives
And children
for
to satisfy
There own
Evil greedy
Needs…
I screamed…
This tribal
Chant…
This Soil
And moss
Rivers
And animals
I will protect
Everyone
With in it
In peace…
If it’s
Blood you
Seek…
It will
Be your
Own
blood
You will
See…
We did battle…
After
those
long
wars
Those
enemy’s
were
demolished…
They will
Have no
Choices…
As
Always
The
respected
Elder…
For our
bravery…
My men
will be
Recognize…
Till the
death of
Me… I’ll
Inherited
war like
mentality
Lost… to
Be slaughtered
In hatred…
Still I strive
To leave in
Peaces of
Moss….
Never forgotten
ancestors
Of the Apache…