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?

 

Smile For Me

Someone today
asked me…
Asked me a
question that…
I’ve been hearing
my whole life…
Why don’t I ever
smile…?
This person
was sitting
in a chair on there
porch…
with there
company…
I looked up at
that person…
There company…
With my face
Already Spoken…
For its self…
I just kept
walking…
How rude is that…?

Why don’t I smile…?
I’ve been like this
since I was child…
I grew
up in a family that
was very wild….
Verry… wild…
I never had a chance…
Walking around
with my fists balled
up…
The person that
was supposed to
Be my protector…
A Rejector…
Always
beat me…
With a
thick black
belt…
He gave it a
Name…
I think it was
Mr bass…?
Sometimes he used his bare hands…
So ask me…
Tell me how could
Or why I should trust
another woman
or man…
Hopelessly scared…

No doubt, I’ve had
Many challenges my
whole life…
Moving
from apartment to
apartment…
House to house…
Even in the middle of the night…
I couldn’t
make friends…
manifesting my anger…
Within…

Golden rules in…
Different schools…
Into different
streets…
I dealt with heat…
Some shady folk that
wanted to beef…
A Fist fights delight…
Shoot outs…
In…
My youthfulness…
Daysss…
My life could
have been lost
in a blaze….

No matter how much
I hurted, ached…
I never received
hospital service…
Flash backs
from shell rocks
boulevards…
Blood stained candles
Lit…
Candle light visuals
left on the corners…

Some
times…
It mentally…
Physically…
Hurts to
walk past some
spots…
Thoughts of old
friends…
There lives
tragically stolen…
came to a closing…
Days
and months…
In and
out…
I’ve witnessed
The many deaths…
Had many tests…
Overtime
my…
Experiences
became my
facial expressions…

From
jail to jail…
Causing
my lifestyle
to derail….
Somedays…
Bad…
Horrible…
Worst-cases…
Don’t get me blue…
There were some
good days…
Just
more bad than
good…
The hood……
Magnified my
Expressions…
For good…