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To the…
Nappy corn
rows…
Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…
By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…
Times…
A planet
expose
to my….
Behold…
Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…
Fold…
Trending
Center fold
Trending center…
Fold…
Is for the love
Of sweat topics…
You write with…
Tongue a tropical
Thunder…
Dances
to rain drops…
On our thrones…
As it was
written…
kings…
Queens…
Hello black
Self-esteem…
Black like the…
Power in
One right side
Fist to….
Sometime
A strike…
Putting
Up a fight…
Solution was
Fists…
To….
Put you in your
Place…
Keeps
you on point…
To wicked ways…
Black is beautiful….
I say black…
It Is beautiful in
every…
lips shade for
shadowing me…
Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…
Cameroon soil…
Uganda…
Tanzania…
South Africa
Before the British
Took it….
Yet…
I got to have
that center to
fold you…
To ease
my social
Anxiety…
The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….
Aren’t Frightened
by me…
We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…
Sun rises
on dark skin…
A melonated
Fragrance…
Light skin….
I can’t…
Fight skin…
Is a…
delight skin…
Smells like..
Like…
Like…
Damn it’s
So repetitive…
Never to be
forgotten by I…
Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…
Come over
here…
Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…
Ooowww….
Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…
leaving Monday
a day for fun day…
making it feel like a
Friday…
Touch my
Chocolate…
I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…
Not a hopeless
romantic…
Bandit thoroughly…
Needing my
black bambee
close…
To…
I…
eye to
eye is a kiss full..
Hugs so tight I can
feel your….
Soul…
my black…
Ah…
Da..
Black Queens……..
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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…
Salt and Mud
You left me stranded
So I drowned in
Gun fire, Jack Daniels
And 40oz”s
Drama, flying saucers
Bullets lost in
brick walls
Lodged
In house furniture
Sold out slugs
Copper tops tree top
Pirus
Cookie cutters
My Dimu called
Them bookie
Butters
Like he
Had a speech
Impediment
Thats just Blood
edicate
Raised hell
A bit
To intelligent
In a cell a bit
Letters never
Sent never
Touched
like
They were
Celabate
You
Never sent
A letter back
The child
That was once
Beaten blue
Brused for
For nothing
By you
Clutching a belt
Shaped as a “U”
Ungrateful
And unfaithful like
Samson
So
I stay absent
Like you
Birddy Canary
I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
Ya Ya yaaa… I’m waiting…
21 years ago…
The doctors said I’d be dead within months…
12 years ago…
The doctors said you’ve got…
I think it was 3months…
2 weeks ago these doctors told me…
And I cut her off in her words…
“Don’t tell me what I’ve heard for decades.”
“I’ve been ready for my death date!”
Without this dream…
“Bring it on!”
Bring it on…
I’ve atone for some sins…
I could have die years ago so today I go…
The other ones I can’t let go…
“Let go…”
Doctors, needles, mental health episodes that breach…
Right past the thresholds of my fire…
Smoke so deep I can’t breath till these demons are out of me…
I’m outty five thousand…
Whenever the horns blow for me…
The final call…
All praises due…
Evil is past due…
So I laugh through my own silent clashes…
I waiting…
Bring it on to the door…
I told him years ago that…
I promised the man above when I was sitting in that cell box…
That…
I’ll never ever pick up a gun unless I really really got to…
Pop goes these weasels…
I saw there heads go pop…
I wish I could pull the nails off my aging stigmata…
Fine Devine wine spill on my forehead…
I felt free for a moment…
Till I wulk up in a coffin, coffing out my trials and my tenction…
From the heat burning my souls absences…
So tacky…
To death I say…
Spare me the teasing and bull…
Just read my lips…
Bring it on!
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!
Cinder Block
Give me some groceries!
I’ll put them on my shoulders…
Only….
If there’s to many for you to hold up…
Antifreeze…
Frozen or frostbitten…
I love being the solver…
Problems are a force that…
Never loosens its grip…
Tough….
Bricks don’t break…
They just get chipped away…
Mean to outsiders…
With a heart bigger then Fenway Park…
Mocha blend on a honey stick…
No concrete roses…
Just sky dwelling…
Picking the only rose…
Growing out of a black cloud…
Down…
I know…
Trying to look like your on uppers…
Deep within you…
You only…
Want a equal spirit to love you…
Trust is hard to gain these days…
I won’t go off topic…
In category five hurricanes…
I will still hold you down…
Just stay down…
With me…
Then watch as we…
Us…
Come up…
Like them two towers…
Producing mind food like a…
Feeeeeeed!!
Uppppp!!!
Chow lines…
No GMO’s…
No G.I. Joe’s…
Lines blessed like those old…
70s with no cut…
Defrosting……….
Roy Ayers (Everybody Loves The Sunshine!) 1976
“My number 1 favorite soul song solid!!”
My song…
Peace and soul…
You feel the beat…
Like the sun on your back…
No sun screen…
For art thou melonin…
Crazy talk…
Fixed into lady earth…
Damn you looking good in that sun dress baby…
Fell from one heaven…
Two eleven…
You choose to move into my blessings…
Bragging to myself…
I couldn’t help it…
The wealth is…
In the eyes of…
All elements…
List to this solid…
Beat…
It’ll tell ya…
All you women and fellas…
Tunes from Omega…
“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………….
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