It's crazy how I am posed as a threat to the American society.
It's crazy how I fit the description of any crime. Because they profiled me, by my race.
Because my pigment depicts the actions and I'm just their next hit.
I'm just waiting for the blow to the head that will exploit my brains
Scrambling them into pieces on the street.
It will reveal what they fear
I guess brown pigment signifies a corrupt mind.
Mind you, that my homicide will make the world a better place
Because there plans are to get rid of the "filth"
Now you tell me who's corrupt as they wash their blood stained filthy hands.
Don't worry, because these ****** think they're on a mission to save America.
The tactics are changed, so don't be fooled the goal is the same as 60 years ago.
They fear my intelligence, because before they believed I was completely illiterate
But now.
They feel fear when they see me
Tremble when they hear me speak.
My articulation shocked them and left them on their knees, begging.. For their superiority back.
They label me as a thief, because that label has been jacked.
It's just unbelievable that fear has left my brains shattered on this concrete,
But are my black roots too strong for defeat?
Do they fear the strength in what they once referred to as a disease?
A curse by god, a lifelong flaw, it seems quite odd wait a second...pause
I’m an upstanding citizen by the standards of society
Though if they see my skin, like Christ three times they’ll deny me
Counterfeit Christians and let I not mention the leniency in religion.
Let us not stray I’ll get back to the beginning,
It seems quite odd they expect us to forget rather than forgive them.
Mentally weakening the dreams of the enslaved black beings
Sparking wars of race within a race
Willie Lynch thought he perfected his methods of slavery
But methods of our African ancestors taught us to bend, but never break
In a centuries time the change will blow your mind
From being chained and put in line, to inspiring culture in ignorant minds.
So raise your fist and clench it tight,
In hopes my brains don’t meet the concrete tonight

Concrete walls, floors, and ceilings solo like solitaire is how I'm feeling my mind locked up solitude so they can
so they can't hear me. Tho they feel my heart beat deep beneath the fears that scare me
How dare me? How dare I live life long and true hoping for paradise.
I live my life watched my sacred eyes, they say they've lived through pain but care they bare mines.
Trial after trial, files document mines, Minds pill under the facts after the fact the truth are lies, they live under my light dim lights never shine, that’s fine a light is bright, but that too will die, closed in cloths, wrapped in shame, eyes are crazed but mine are sane ... The past haunts us all but this my battle, scars build on top of scars, pain of the past building a plethora of burdens.... This isn’t just a shame, this game... The game we all play, called life
This game called life but there are no resets or retries, if it gets real and you down to ride, then you down to die, because bullets have no name, and your clock is what they're trying to strike. Your time is the biggest lie, because all you know is a fraction growth human beings are starting to show. All you know is the space where your mind lies, but don’t forget you mind lies. Deceived by your own perception, relieved by hoes affection this deception runs deeper than a touchdown pass, and no matter how many Hail Mary’s you say. You may drop the ball and throw it away. Regress to a place you've already been take a step back and try it again
So listen my faired friend , in life we can hold hands but walking by side to side , not living through others eyes, my life is so magnetized , try not to be compromised , you see the struggle from far , don’t make it seem like your blind,
Take a breath .. Let us all relieve stress... Don't Call it a big step.. For us all ; we need help... Life is just a war... For war begets war... But understand my man, this is all a plan to cost more... If I’m struggling and I’m tumbling, just reach out or scream and shout but life is crazy no one can play me, I’m no console, put the games way please...
This is my; fraction of classlessness; or my small ghetto passion for bashfulness... Look out your tunnel vision and see the world, not all are rich not all have girls not all have the smarts not all seem to shine cause in this crazy world MANY PEOPLE ARE BLIND.

Echoes of a piano keys, and the heartbroken whales of a goddess
Fathom the sounds, be honest
The truth is desperate, because lies are an endemic
This world has grown fulsome in tears, as the years wither away
Names ring in the ears of victims’ families’ each day
Faded concepts cause lifelong dismay
Justify the concoction spilled on the ground each day
Gallons of salty tears, and warm blood
Mix together in cold streets no love
Blind eyes and Deaf ears completely disappear
When despair is near,
When revelations take place, no secrets just faith

Black and Grey waters
Fathers the hope of its followers
As this Wave of inspiration
Crashes into the page, Sights of past shadows
Morph in to words, so cold and shallow
You reap what you sow, so I know my hope is shallow
So I sit and I pray with this page in front of me
Arranging these words hoping they expand the days in front of me
Live life on the dangerous side, Under the influence and down to ride
Mask on his face like a sad black clown, life’s rain seems to make him frown
Pour up drink to calm him down, Roll up smoke just to make him smile
Mary Jane seems to stick around,
Stimulate your mind
See beyond the clouds
Vibrations of sounds
Sing the song of the
Sad Black Clown

I could write a book,
In the nights I lay awake
Staring at the ceiling
Impatiently I wait
I could fill the world with my thoughts.
Tho as the day breaks they would all be lost
Enemy of the Sun
More than once we've fought
I could pave a road with my words
Tho you wouldn't follow me
So they'd go unheard
I could give you peace of mind
Tho you'd question my ability
So why waste my time
I could change the world in an instant
Tho at night I'd lay,
And wonder if I meant it
I could live in the future
But I'd rather live in the past
In hopes that I could make life last
I could close my eyes
But sleeps far away
So I sit in the dark and try to fill this page

The things Ive seen have brought about the things I aspire to be. Yes she inspires me to be all I can be. Tho, my actions are unpleasant today. I hope she understands tomorrow. I hope she comprehends my actions and statements like the lady that's long left this nation. She knew me better than me now no one can see this pain that afflicts me. The voices that drive my mental, insanity, is the answer to the question they haven't asked. Long ago in past I meditated on my sanity in hopes the facued of being normal would last. Self medication takes place when the ice hits the glass and the taste of ***** and codiene numbs me face. Tho now when I see her face feelings of love take place. I love this girl tho it hurts me. I see the anguish in her face sadly I have placed it deep inside of her heart. Though one day like alchemy I'll make love from the pain. I wish to extend my days with her, because I can't explain the extent of my happiness when I'm with her. Tho she's yet to truly know me the different personalities within me. The dreadful things I've seen, the caged beast that lives in my words, the worries of life, the twist and turns of my brain, the differences in each name. Mentally my brain is split in three, tho, physically there's only me. So she cannot see; that the poet brings peace to me, Jay is a few pieces of me the good the bad and the ugly that's what most people see, Jaykhuan is at the root of me the grimey, the dreams of people shooting at me, worse than the ***** I'm expected to be, and still smarter than the ****** trying to flex on me. So you see Jpoetry mends these words of pain sewing them on a string to stitch beauty in my brain. Jay always escapes but I hate for Jaykhuan to get out his cage. The criminal who hides the pain. Tho at night she soothes me happily. I've finally found what happiness can be her life and family bring happiness to me. So motions of devotion grow strong in my heart, but my heart hurts because I've caused pain to her. Tho willingly I'll endure to ensure that our lives will be drawn out successfully. I'll endure her pain the silent tears in her name, and hope the grand scheme of things won't turn her away. The drugs in my vains take away my pain, but can't numb the disappointment in her face. So I hope, pray, and believe that she'll learn me so she can see, can understand the actions that overtake me are not just for me but for us. It breaks me when her anger makes her cuss. Tho for us I'll remain tough so down the line this love will bring love to both of us