This is for all of those on the flip side of the coin. We know that everyone needs a family to belong to. We understand that, everyone that puts that uniform on isn't all bad. We know that you can't explain why that coward choked out someone's dad. We know you went in trying to do what's right. When you got in you had to know it was a fight. You can't give up when the going gets tough. If it's not hard it's not worth fighting for. We know at the beginning of the day, we all put our pants on one leg at a time. You just gotta see, we just wanna know why is Serve and Protect shooting at us.
We know that just because you sport that shield, doesn't mean you are corrupt. You gotta see that little Tamir Rice was born black. That doesn't mean that he was also born a killer. We know those who ran into that burning building to save that child. We know you didn't care if he or she was black or white. You gotta see it from our point of view, why the hell is Serve and Protect shooting at us.
For those who searched the rubble in New York City, we still forever salute you. For those beating, shooting and raping all those innocent people, Karma got you. Just like all black people are not all gang bangers. Not all cops are empty minded racists. You gotta see, we need to know, why the fuck is Serve and Protect shooting at us.
Another nightmare woke up screaming,
After a dream of myself singing to the ringtone on my phone,
Knowing that my terrors are now behind me,
The futures ringing,
My past and all the horrors I've learned to live with,
Are now to me the breeze singing,
A quality that is maintained and sustained by the faculties of the brain
Aided by an awareness of self but from the outside lookin in
Can be perceived but never received as mundane
A uniqueness fueled by an independence and a resistance to be anything opposite of different
Because if my friends jump off a bridge would I jump wit'em
I didn't even know the basics of swimmin
Not to mention
That water might not be the spot that stop was endin
And my pride in some situations I find to be a hindrance regardless of position
An ability to overcome because failure is not an option on this mission
With an open mindedness accompanied with an acknowledgment of traits you don't usually find in this generation or times
Physically they say I'm at my peak but mentally
From my prime
Wit a lack of confidence you'll never see
That’s in short supply and you at the back of the line
And a gift for a love of words that my momma say I need to learn and observe
Because of this consciousness I see how its use can cause other to swerv
A depiction of verbs
I'm talkin bout symbolical meanings teeming with the effects of insecurities and inner turmoil
My whole family do this
And that’s just reading with the intent to learn more
Four chambers barreled together, locked in a chest behind a cage forever, in the darkness crying away in a timbre, that few can hear carrying on to remember, while forcing away tears of sad Decembers, its song, Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, reaches out to others and cries "Life has been unfair to all of us!" matching tone and pitch with a choir of stitched up and beaten down trampled on hearts, whos' sorrow covers thick the floor of tomorrow, each beat crashing waves against times past to furrow, the brows of confused listeners and those who follow the beat that resonates within, who then find tomorrow to be a better hue, for the tune reached out and elevated now, those who dared remember their sorrow together, to a place where the heavens now tremor to their beat of Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, so those who know lonesome and sorrow as Christmas gifts down on the street, at least have a song to join in on, so lonesome can sing along while sorrow keeps the beat, as shadows of wishes dance between the lights that play on twisted strings over happy homes on which are reindeer and angel wings, their colors and lights refracted through tears turn each into a star that when wished upon returns only a silence, a reminder of where you are, a soloist who's part in the choir is needed so all the stars can hear it, the cry of a bleeding heart in the dark, to join the lonely others who find comfort and solace in their parts,
Four chambers barreled together, locked in a chest behind a cage forever, in the darkness singing away in a timbre, that resonates the soul so others will remember, those in need of just a glimmer, so their song, Thump-Thump Thump-Thump, won't be their last performance this December.
Go not with heavy heart as you disembark from this journey we had together, and know that you have left your mark on our hearts and souls forever, in these places you'll be with songs played on strings while fond memories play in between, so goodbye and so long, go share with the world your songs, and may you too remember us fondly, for you brought change to a stage that not many would say was worth the effort to fix, whose twinkling stars now shine bright with a glimmer of light called life that you brought to it, so go with grace take the world by the reins and know you have earned all the love we have for you, and if in this vision of grand design we live in, we are meant to meet again, any of us would consider it a blessing.
Everyday I wake up I have to wait to be released
Roll over and be patient
Till my bunkie get done wit his morning ritual pee
Just so I can brush my teeth
Or vice versa
He gottah wait on me
I hear yall out there losin it
Talkin and walkin in circles
Well we been doin dat
Except for we got uniforms tryin to get us to perform tricks
Like jumpin through hoops and over hurdles
Everybody comparin vices in a crisis
We do that too with even less we can do
And they keep up-in the prices
People on Social Media having problems with Social Distancin
Now if I had one
I'd be in isolation wit even mo contact missin
But it ain't nobody listen
So I have to stay on my square wit no support
Cause since court
All I have is my mental consolation due to my Social Sentencing
And on this path my Grandma past and I only get to hug my momma once a year
On top of that I rarely get time wit my kids
I'd love to get quarantined wit dem
You think y’all strugglin’
This is my definition of a pandemic
The way that I live!
The first time when our eyes met and the world melted away, or that pause before we first kissed, the moment when first we twined, and after you gasped while on your face you wore bliss. The times spent staring at forever while in the arms of one another, and those times apart unable to look at each other. The moment of unspoken resignation when forgiveness bloomed and staved off our devastation. The hours spent watching peaceful smiles while you were asleep, knowing you did the same when you just couldn't catch a wink. But over time the silence grew old, and where once it brought warmth, now is nothing but cold. So in attempts to find heat tempers flare, arguments start over nothing, and no silence is anywhere, its landscape thrashed by acid and venom, leaving scars where things were to be left buried and forgotten. Now scorched and destroyed, what once was a garden of eden, is decided to be abandoned with no-one left to toil. As the dust settles and silence is restored, an understanding crosses between, knowing there is no going back to before, that our golden age has passed and there is nothing left in store, the hour of devastation passes and not a word about what could have been is spoken anymore.
The moral I bring is simply this, if you don't pay attention, life’s grandest moments you will miss, for all the noise and distractions in our world, it's the silent moments that are gifts, and bring more change than you will ever know
I'VE NEVER SEEN SO MANY MEN CONTENT ON DOING TIME, WHEN THEY WERE CONTENT ON DOING CRIME, IT'S LIKE WHEN THEY WERE SENTENCED THE JUDGE GAVE THEM A "X" AMOUNT OF TIME, AND ALSO TOLD THE SHERIFFS BEFORE YOU LOCK HIM UP MAKE SURE HE SURRENDERS HIS SPINE.
SO NOW YOU CAN'T STAND UP, 15 20 30YRS IN YOU CAN'T MAN UP, THE WOMEN IN THE FACILITY WHERE YOU'RE AT THE KITTY KATS ARE TALKING TO THE OLD DAWGS LIKE YOU'RE A YOUNG PUP,YOU'VE BEEN NEUTERED YOU CAN'T LET THEM HANG BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE NO NUTS WHAAAT!
BUT YOU'RE FAKING LIKE YOU'VE STAYED STRONG, WALKING AROUND WITH YOUR CHEST OUT LIKE WE CAN GET IT ON, EVERYBODY KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO GO HOME, SO QUIT ACTING CRAZY BEFORE YOU SCARE ONE OF THESE DUDES AND THEY CRACK YOUR DOME.
YOU'VE LOST YOUR RESISTANCE, OLE GIRL HAS MOVED ON AND YOUR FAMILY IS SICK OF YOUR SHIT, IT'S BEEN 2YRS SINCE YOUR LAST VISIT, HUMAN COMPASSION YOU MISS IT, SO YOU'RE EVALUATING YOUR LIFE THINKING BACK TO YOUR CRIME WISHING YOU NEVER DID IT, SO YOUR ONLY HOPE IS A PAROLE BOARD DECISION, LAST TIME THEY SAID DUE TO THE NATURE OF YOUR CRIME YOUR PRISON STAY WOULD BE EXTENDED, AND YOU STILL DON'T GET IT.
SEE IN YOUR MIND YOU THINK YOU'VE CHANGED, AND YOU MAY HAVE BUT THE ONES AFFECTED BY YOUR ACTIONS STILL FEEL THE SAME, YOU HURT THEM BAD AND THEY CAN STILL FEEL THE PAIN, SO THE CHANGE YOU SEE IN YOU THEY STILL SEE THE SAME, AND THEY'RE STILL HOLDING YOU TO BLAME,LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO BE PLAYING GAMES, AND YOU'VE BEEN GONE SO LONG DON'T NOBODY REMEMBER YOUR NAME.
SO I GOTS TO GO PIMP BUT REMEMBER THIS WHILE YOU DO THIS BID, ITS EASIER TO MAKE STRONG KIDS, THAN IT IS TO REPAIR BROKEN MEN.... POETIC!
The world can no longer neglect the fact of feeling my "pain".
As if being locked down in a 6 by 12 wasn't good enough.
Now the world understands the everyday strains put upon individuals like me being stuffed in a confined space "wondering", what's 2 come next. With the possibilities of going insane...
The tell-lie-visions only seem 2 make me become more and more vexed!! the media with a visual only makes my anxiety burst -2- the point I'm cursing at the walls as they continue closing in as if I were having an outer body experience looking at myself from outside of my own hearse
You're out there in the world while I'm stuck in the worst!! But everyday I see something even worse!! than having 2 sit still in a big free world!! for just a little while... Meanwhile, your time will come 2 be physically and mentally exonerated "meaning free" by simply listening and making intellectual decisions that in the end will allow you all 2 see, That WE all make bad choices in life and should not be quick 2 judge a man simply by the historical tree where the roots have been planted, watered but only nurtured 2 a certain degree...
Now that you have been a little bit more introduced 2 me, know that I'm not perfect, but just another casualty of this pandemic crisis here 4-u- in these times of need, and troubled times.......
Peace & blessings...
I LOVE THE FEELING OF WHAT I THOUGHT WAS POWER, BEING OUT OF CONTROL LIVING RECKLESS IT'S ALL ABOUT ME. IM A OUTLAW, GANGSTA, WHAT YOU CALL A THUG, I LIVE MY LIFE THRU THE OLD ADAGE I'LL RATHER BE FEARED THAN LOVED. IT'S ON THE FLOOR WITH ME, MAMA TOLD ME "I DON'T CARE DON'T GET YOU NOWHERE" BUT I WAS HALF DRUNK AND HIGH OFF DRUGS.
GUNS, RANDOM SEX, AND VIOLENCE, I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE LIFE, I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS PUTTING MYSELF THRU A SPIRITUAL, AND EMOTIONAL RIOT, SO MUCH SO THAT WHEN THINGS FINALLY NORMALIZED WAS GOING TO BE HARD TO QUIET.
CHANGE IS NOT ONLY GOOD CHANGE IS GREAT, I DO THE RIGHT THING BECAUSE IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO, I SOMETIMES REVISIT THE OLD ME, BUT MOST TIMES NOT LONG ENOUGH TO ACT ON IT, BUT IT'S THE TIME WHEN MY OLD ME COMES THRU AND MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'VE FAILED TODAY IS WHAT I HATE.
THERE'S ATTITUDE THAT STARTS OUT AS SMALL AS A MUSTARD SEED IN ME, BUT QUICKLY GROWS INTO A MIGHTY OAK TREE, COMES ACROSS AS COCKY AS ROCKY, AND DURING THOSE TIMES I FEEL AS THOUGH NO MAN ALIVE CAN STOP ME. SO WHEN IT GROWS I HAVE TO FIND PRODUCTIVITY FOR ME TO REMAIN STABLE IT GROWS AND I CHOPS IT DOWN AND MAKE A OAKWOOD TABLE.... POETIC