The DOT: Where dreams go to die
And people go to wait in line
Sit in plastic chairs for hours
Next to mr. homeboy
And some chick that never showers
I'd like to finish this poem,
But they just called my number
Peace out, Bitches.
Home boy thought he was a killer
Kept a necklace round his neck
In a villa near manila
A strange accurance
Small body found dead
Little homey died underneath the currents
Homeboy was sure of his assurance
A good swimmer
His name was probably Laurence
He was just a few feet from shore,
When this Alligator about six feet or four,
His eyes went wide, bug eyed and crazy
This is when it all got a little hazy
Joe of to the poky.
Joe off to the pen.
Joe of the booze wagon again and again.
Joe fit shased and sailing, three sheets to the wind.
Joe swearing and cussing.
Joe in the back seat.
Joe sits on wrists. fingers all numb.
Joe tossin his cookies. Joe real no count bum.
Joe know all the coppers
And breaks in the rookies.
"Hey rook" asks Joe " "can you loosen these up"
My hands been asleep since Henry was a pup.
Joe Bangles they call him and erbody knows.
That Joey cant get lit up and keep on his clothes.
Going back to the house.
Three hots and a cot.
and wild stories to tell.
slippers and tooth brush in an eight by ten cell.
Mr. Joe Bangles Dance.
Stainless steel bangles are accessory of choice.
It doesnt make you a man when you raise your hand and say look baby im bout to make you understand because she opened her mouth and used her voice and yall didnt agree or make the same choice doesnt make you a man when you go out cheat honestly homeboy you just accepted defeat you tell her your sorry there wont be a repeat she falls for your lies and all your deciet baby open your eyes and begin to see that hes not a man he truely is weak he'll try to cover it up by being all sweet he'll do things he never does like rubbing your feet and youll fall right back in when you need to retreat kuz no women alive deserves to be beat
Middle finger to the clouds,
Carson holding it from here on down,
So fly was at first class,
With fine models with a nice ass,
Yeah, Yea my leathers so soft,
Im a fat mother AHH!!
But ill still be a boss,
Then I sip on ciroc,
Dealing on the street and selling that rock,
Then we see the girls on the block,
We take em off the block to go and suck some cock,
Talk down baby you dont know about me,
Im a freazy freazy deaky homeboy up in the sheets,
You know me if I go to jail,
A mill of cash just to post my bail,
And I come back and im like what the hell?
Fuck you with a uppercase F,
Knowing me ill be like the best,
Once you see that come holla back,
I said im the best even when I rap
Rap X Slacks!
standing high atop
the place where he cashed his checks
armed with 5 gallons
a hero in a bottle
he foolishly fought
the flames of civil unrest
then the roof caved in
good intentions killed in vain
swallowed by the fire pit
days dressed in mourning
haunting the cemetery
tending her grave's grass
grieving guilty tears of loss
for the young daughter she had
she was too busy
caught up in "bargain's" frenzy
lost sight of her girl
her 12 year old was trampled
beneath the lust of looters
gasoline cans brought
to burn the local market
were beat back badly
chased away by baseball bats
a homeboy fire brigade
"This is our market!
The only one in the hood.
It ain't goin' down.
We saw the news on tv.
That shit ain't happenin' here."
tales of rioting
the worst and best in people
the leviathan rises
through the smoke, fire, and ash
an unjust verdict
for police brutality
can't we all just get along?
What the hell happened to society.
Why are kids now the adults in the family.
Children never asked to be born or be here.
So, why the hell do you feel like they owe you something.
Kids having kids.
Never made any sense to me either.
There’s no one to learn from these days.
There are no more leaders.
No more proud fathers,
Now they are just too proud.
No more loving mothers,
Too damn busy or ratchet and loud.
Peace is all people ask for,
But ironically screaming it loud disturbing the peace.
Yelling out for help to the government,
While accepting the rights they pull from under our feet.
Why is it that when we need, prices sky rocket like weeds?
Then the process and progress of wants takes the lead to mal-nourishly feed our greeds,
Putting us in turbulent positions like taking chances that can result in death or prison.
Not many to teach us to think about consequences before risky decisions,
Then we bow down pray on our knees then ask for forgiveness…
It all seems back-assward to me!
The more we try to define ourselves the more we drown in our own confusion.
When they convinced us that our fight was imaginary we started fighting amongst ourselves, no contest, but you keep fishing for winners and losers.
I got a homegirl that say she a MC,
But all she knows how to do is Make Children.
I got a homeboy that say he a hustler,
But its just them lies he be pushin’.
Some think they gangstas,
But they have a full time job.
Ma could’ve taken the MCAT or passed the BAR,
But she became a single mom.
You must change your frequency in order for you to evolve.
Before the unravelling of evolution leaves us all putrefied, closer to JAH.
im happy for you
even if your not with me
thats pretty hard to say
and even harder to mean
since im still intoxicated
from your bodies potion
drank time and time again
while our bodies where in motion
the solution to my problems
my sunshine after the rain
i cant stand to see
this chump steal my shine
treating you like a queen
dammit that was my dream
those were my hopes
now swirling down the drain.
you know this isnt right
that fool dont hold you
tight enough like me
not realizing your worth
a value more than a fortune
like that symbol that continues
im stuck in that groove
infinity ill spend
pacing tryin to figure when
I can put another bid in
to try to make it right.
when homeboy hacks it up
give me a chance
to show my change
to right my wrongs
and soothe the pain
caused by foolish games
immaturity made me play
I see the error in my actions
and I vow they wont happen
cause I don’t want a repeat
no more tears of sorrow
from hoes that cant compete
who I thought had you beat
until that day I sit
with a fake smile
and my tongue bit
cause im happy for you
since he is good to my boo
even though I hate the vision
of you huggin that buffoon
him kissing your lips
I almost vomit thinkin that shit
but I love you to death
the most definite end
so for the sake of us being friends
ill pretend to be happy for you
OMG! my brother, is so destructive, he treats even a jewel like its rubbish
he is soo stubborn, he gets under my skin like sunburn, but in the end he's still my brother.
i wouldnt have in any other, why? cuhz he down for the fam like southern? lol
i realized people you can never govern but even currently as he proceeds to walking on the second story on his FREAKEN KNEES! i realize i must make a compromise that there might be something about me he doesnt agree with,, so lets avoid the conflict cuhz it looks like a slippery cliff,,, wtf is he doing upp there sounds like artillery ships and shit!!!, im about to throw this fit,, but my homeboy like na flames here smoke this spliff,, na NAGA my mind is a gift and you kn ow im trying to quit!,, witch brings me across the next subject,,, i suspect my inner demons which demoralize my drive to subside with most high take my closest friends minds for a joyride,,, undercover like a spy to poison my ambitions to stay sober im so bipolar, being high is mediocre but when mind is clear i tend to turn into that ogre,,,i feel as if all is hopeless,,, i live in the moment i live in the ocean,, i think my name is Joseph,, and i sleep on my best friend sofas,,, i dont know where this story is going, long as i continue typing i guess its my way of coping i guess its my way of invoking,,,,
Hello young person. I send this message to you in an effort to help you understand…the grave is cold. It’s lonely. It’s like a deserted land. Oh, I know too well the pressures you face. There are temptations out there you can’t help but embrace.
I thought the world owed me something, but I was soon to learn another lesson. No one could have prepared me for the suffering or some might say blessing.
I was about to suffer the consequences of my bad choices in life. People told me, but I never thought twice.
Until one day, I decided to ride out with my boys. I told my momma I loved her and I won’t trying to hear all her noise. I shut her down as I walked out of her house, not knowing my time was about to run out.
I jumped in the car and gave all my homies some dap. My homeboy turned around and said,”Hey, Nigga, I hope you are strapped.” I looked at him and said, “Son, you know I am down.” I pulled out my 9 and cracked a slight smile.
In the back of my mind I knew I was wrong, but as soon as the thought came it was quickly gone.
We rode a couple of miles until we stopped in front of this house. We all got out and started running our mouth. I guess I need to make a long story short. The one with the 9 was the one who got caught.
I caught one in the chest and one in the thigh. I could hear my boy’s saying, “Damn, he go die.” With bullets flying and people fleeing, in a matter of seconds I started losing my being.
Making a long story short…I am going to say it once again the grave is a cold, lonely, and deserted place. It is not your friend.
Here’s lies me in this cold and lonely place. I am sending this message to you from this deserted space.