I’m From L. N. G.

“BOULEVARD GO HARD!!”

 

 

Riding pass…

Yelling out of there cars…

 

 

This will be…

Thee last time I’m…

Doing this role call…

 

 

Edgewood!

Midway!

Springdale!

Norfolk!

 

 

They all know who I is…

They all no…

The bizz…

Noooo jokes…

 

 

West forest park!

Fairview!

Grantly!

Garrison!

 

 

Back then…

I was terrible…

 

I was known to…

I played pool…

Alot…

Hit me up on my cellular…

For eight balls…

In the corner of your pockets…

For those corners…

 

 

I was the best…

Every sales fell in line..

For there orders…

 So embarrassing…

 

 

Liberty heights!

Chattam and Carsdale!

Denison!

North Hilton!

 

 

Scrambled boy…

In double O’s…

Ready rock city…

Where fiends…

Panhandled…

Up at the gas stations…

 

 

Callaway!

Arydale!

Wood Haven!

Bonner Road!

 

Night walkers scheme…

Strong arm robbery…

Breaking…

Entering…

 

 

Children…

With automatics…

No safty…

 

 

“Go mode!”

Carlisle Avenue!

Bateman Avenue!

Alton Road!

Piedmont Ave!

Damn brats…

Lord knows…

I love them all…

Girls and boys…

Don’t play with toys……

At the age of 14…

They are into the streets beefs…

Older men…

If you young men…

can live past there 20’s… 

You’ll be on that…

Original gangsta…

Raffled…

 

Gwynn Falls!

Ellamont Street!

Clifton Avenue!

Wallbrook!

 

 

You can get murdered…

For a small fee…

For selling somewhere…

You should not be…

A skimpy bag of grocerys…

 

 

O…

Possibly…

Get your your pockets… emptied…

You’ve been taken…

 

Powhatan!

Hanlon Park!

Allendale!

Chelse Terrace!

 

 

Looking at somebody…

For more then…

The 5 second rule…

Bullets will certainly…

Fly in your direction…

The furnace…

 

 

Fairfax!

Oakfield!

Kathland!

Granada Ave!

 

 

Rest in peace…

To all of my soldiers…

Who won’t be…

Comming back…

 

 

 

Main Ave!

Berwyn ave!

Egerton Rd!

Dorchester!

 

 

Mega hard white…

Brown sugar or that tan…

Broken down…

Into the corners…

Alleyways…

Testers given…

The early morning applause…

 

 

Berrington Rd!

Sequoia Ave!

Belle ave!

Borman!

 

 

Kidnapped…

Tormented…

Tortured…

Ransomed off…

Over white squares of…

Numbing soft…

 

Where…

Those young bucks…

Steal bikes…

Throwing rocks…

At mormons…

 

Off porches…

 

 

West Cold Spring!

Oakford Ave!

Ridgewood!

Fern hills!

 

 

Shoot outs…

Bad deals…

Bad pills…

High heels…

That wave hello…

 

 

Broad day…

Police…

The Dt’s…

Shaking up pepper spray…

 

 

Ex pills…

Percocet prescriptions…

Xanax bars…

Unpaid bills…

 

Penhurst Ave!

Eldorado Ave!

Belvieu!

West belvedere!

 

Don’t trust no one here…

Most girls around…

Are everybody’s girlfriend…

 

 

Bad…

Hearts…

Vicious Fights…

Plegue break…

Out…

Between boys…

Men…

When they find out…

Who she’s been sleeping…

With…

 

 

Intercourse…

With both…

No remorse…

She just smurks…

 

Face..

To whoever lost that fight…

He’s comming right back…

 

Wild wild west shit…

 

Rite back there…

 

 

Groveland!

Dolefield!

Elderon!

Wabash!

White oak!

Crestfield!

Yosemite!

Copley Rd!

 

Love does not exist…

At all…

 

Traffic stops unlawful…

Hand cuffs to tight…

Wrist bleeding…

Leaving permanent scars…

 

Rats can’t come back…

Thee..

Tattle tails get brutalized…

 

Wolcott Ave!

Westchester!

Miami Place!

Fordney Lane!

 

 

Hot…

 

 

Abusive relationships…

Left both…

Men..

Women..

Dead…

 

 

Long ride downtown…

Homicide building…

You better run…

Board a plane…

Something…

 

 

Grown men…

 

Well..

We had more heart then them…

As children…

 

 

Bullets flying like…

“Jiu jitsu” kicks…

 

 

Little girls..

So sassy…

With there little hands…

On there hips…

 

 

Young boys…

8 years old…

Carrying condoms…

 

 

On the corners…

Loose cigarettes…

Marijuana out on the strip…

 

“A yo”

“Holla at shorrty!”

“He got that diesel out yalll!”

 

“Big dimes!”

“Big dimes!”

 

Ain’t no picnicking…

Ain’t no romancing…

No slow dancing…

 

 

First dates mean…

Motel recipt…

Credit or cash…

 

Bring your home girl to….

 

 

 

Library’s…

No books read…

The kids take advantage…

Are only there…

Of the free WiFi …

 

 

Facebook-en-off…

Perverted…

Instagram picks…

Ass…

Tits…

 

Narcotics detectives can…

Hit the block so quick…

You’d have to…

 

“Holllldddd What you got!”

Or swollow those those things…

If they catch you…

They’ll beat you bloody…

Yelling out…

Saying things like….

 

“Open your fucking mouth!”

“Raise up your fucking tungue!”

“You little bitch!”

 

 

About…

Let’s see…

50 Dirt bikes flying through the streets…

 

 

Tinted windows…

On vehicles…

Car…

Caravans…

 

Creeping slowly down the one way street…

 

 

Deviously…

 

 

Go Grab your heat…

Out of the stash…

Or lay…

On your ass…

 

 

Pistols…

Russian assult rifles…

Pokers out…

Swung from tall grass…

Vaccent houses…

 

 

223’s…

Hollow points…

Teflon chest protecting…

Now Its war…

 

 

Midnight Half gallons…

“Jack Daniels…”

Warm whiskey…

On cold mysteries…

You feel pissy…

 

 

All night party…

On the block…

Clocked in…

trap hours…

 

 “What hood you from!?”

“Throw your sets up higher!”

No shook replies……..

 

“I’M FROM L.N.G!”

 

 

 

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!

 

The Red Life

Ya…

I’ve played for the red team since 14. When the cops came for us. They would bring in small tanks and swat teams.

Lined us up on walls like book shelves. Violation of rights when we were kids. Till we became grown males.

Then we wasn’t having that shit!

The lady’s to…

I ain’t going to lie! They were more ruthless than the dudes.

Shooot! There was no win or lose. Structure and obedience was formed strong while we paid dues.

We crowded up the prison systems like the bad aroma of chitlins. Riots from mistreatment. Watching cell blocks burn like it was tradition.

Escalator moving up the ranks quickly. Till I became top dog in the pound. I guess you could call me a blood hound.

Or maybe a pitbull barking loud sounds. Uncontrollable arts and crafts on side walks and stop signs.

Territory marked up by following Sun Tzu’s guide lines. I guided all minds to be true.

Always have your brother or sisters back marching throughthe streets. Malcolm X by any means.

You can agree or disagree. Fine by me…

My soldiers will steady mob till we ever shall fall under siege by anything. You don’t have to like me at all.

The red team will always be ready to play ball.

 

The Wall Between Us By Cameron Chin

Young men fighting wars built off lies while refugees flea for their lives, Fathers clutching their children and wives while bombs drop from the sky only for their access to be denied. Where’s your empathy? Sounds like privilege to me, who are you to decide weather someone lives or dies? You wonder why people hate us, instead of welcoming with open arms we point our firearm and stand alarm. For what? Fear? You were born into a life people dream about at about night, you will turn your back on the needy but steady feed the greedy. Where’s your compassion? Where’s your morals? Stop being so entitled! Forget about being a citizen of the U.S.A for a second and think like a plain human being. We are supposed to break bread and give a helping hand to those in need, no matter the color of your skin, the country you were born in, the language you speak or your ethnicity. WE ARE ALL HUMAN!!

I just write whatever comes to mind. You can like it, love it or hate it! Let me know what you think about it.

Taking A Smooth Walk Through Insanity Park

My city is wild. If your attemting suicide just go stand outside.

I swear that there should be a law against who should have kids. When I stepped in her house she was smoking weed in front of them.

These kids will grow into teenagers. Very curious in thought. You… As a mother telling your sons and daughters not to do drugs and then go to school and get caught.

He Ran up to the window of the car. With his hoodie on… Stuck the gun inside the window. Flashing on his own kinfolk.

School after school after school… The are shutting down. Making Google there only teaching tool.

We go to jail just to have a guarantied place to eat and sleep. Honestly to me personally. Prison is safer than being on the streets.

He said… “I’m going to kill you if you ever cheat on me!”

She said… “I’m going to kill you if you ever cheat on me!”

The truth is that both of them are cheating on each other. Days later…. One of them kills the other.

You can get guns and drugs here quicker than you can get a job.

Home invasions with no patience . They left the family dead of who they robbed.

He sat there on the edge of his sofa. Spinning the cylinder of his revolver. Telling the Lord that he’s sorry. The next day… Shot and killed by police. Caught on a robbing spree. Now the end… All of this was for rent and food for his kids to eat. There are way more chapter’s to these story’s. Chapters that will make you think real deep.

Peace✌

Why All The Negitivity Chris?

There no puppys and kittens and sunny days in the view of the lineing of my scopes target.

Friends become enemies… Enemies become disloyal… Disloyalty becomes death…

Nah not that pretty TV show death of a cherished character. The ugly kind of death.

The victim or whatever doesn’t come back to the set for a take two. Such a headache…

I’m not at all traumatized I’m more or less modernized because this TV show is often familiar to my peripherals.

Giving my true visions of life a bad rerun. For me to run…. Nah! Never! I’ll die where I stand.

I’ll live like a renegade than to live under paid. Yelled at by a boss that doesn’t even know your name or where your from or what it took for you to get there.

Two middle fingers painted gold raised up like Cee Low Green telling you that I could give a solid gold fuck about what or how you think of me.

Or what you suggest I do or how I should be… When a close friend of yours gets murdered beside you in your passenger seat by loud gun fire and you watch as he takes his last breath.

Give me a call!

Maybe then you will understand why my heart is so fucking far!

This piece is dedicated to Mannie Moons, lor ham, lor monkey, John john, black E, lor Aaron, grace, Man, Pusha, big toot, lor B, Noodles, Nolan No go, lor lee, lor X, Slink, Dot, Dirty A, midway pookie, lor Jerry, lor Ryan,  Kave man,  Jabbie, Red Dogg, hershey, lor Cey Cey, Darrell, lor dell, Wayne, Murda, B.L. , Emanuel, fish……. R.I.P to you all I’ll see you when I get there and if I didn’t mention your name in sorry it’s just to Damn many lives lost.

Putting The Fire Out With Gasoline

I’m a stone that can’t be moved. I’m the lie that silenced the truth. I’m the figment of your imagination making you question your sanity. I’m the reason you gotten rushed to the E.R…. Don’t play with me.

When rough times blew through I stood in the snow with my bare feet. I turned red wine into heat and built a house out of the street.

I never ran from my responsibilities and I made a lot of enemies. My morals are made out of solid gold plus I stuck to the G code.

I’ll take a stand when all you do is criticize while sitting down in a chair built from your own negitivity.

The rain was cold and the front of my boots were shitty from all the ass I’ve kicked. In the past I’ll admit that I was the last person who you wanted to pick a fight with.

Carnage was the degree I mastered in. I cut the umbilical cord from my mother of mayhem. To be reborn into a life of walking in a strait path.

You know honestly I can’t lie. I feel like my transformation is conflicting with my  patience. Making me feel like maybe I just never changed at all…

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 Miss This 2 For 1 Sale Of A Bipolar Male

Make your move!

Shorty this ain’t checkers or chess come here and tell me how you really feel. I don’t play games… So stop acting like a Xbox one before I use your controller. Pull over for a second and stop texting. Let me bless your ears with this round the way love lecture….

Do you want me or not? Life’s to short to miss this great oppertunity with me. Ohhh you laughing but I don’t see nothing funny honey. See I’m a rare breed with needs that need to be filled like a prescription with the discription of a long term engagement and I’m giving you the opportunity to take it, but be patient…

Good men can come to those who wait for it. When you get it be grateful. Cherish every moment like a deep cut healing with staples. If you let go of it then it will run away from you. Do you want a man like me baby or so you want to keep building sand castles that fell apart so easily…

Don’t get deceived again by these other men you know I’m better than so give me credit when talking to a love veteran. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not being cocky. I’m just trying to feed you this love and passion. I know you like the finer things and I always seem to catch your hazel colored eyes starring my way…..

SO… WUSSUP GIRL!

This piece here is dedicated to my fist love Tanya from Edmondson avenue… Rest in peace my love……

32. Caliber

I was like a big brother or even a cousin to you. I’m sad and angry with rage because you didn’t do what I told you to.

The nickel plated super soaker probably touched many palms. You use to be a guy that was cool and calm.

That day that I leaned on you for making bad decisions. I was the only one that cared and I didn’t want to see you in prison.

You turned into a coal mine that winter. Dark and really cold. Lead paint poison was in you system and made you go around the streets settling beef by life’s divorce.

Mad you were… I know… I raised my voice lecturing you and I told you to go. Do you want to know what hurt the most? That I was not there with you poping out with toast.

These word are dedicated to my little cousin Paris aka lor sin. May your soul rest in peace my homie…