#imatter
He spoke about Mike far from the Jackson but more like the color Brown.
As if whites love to see white since the lightest part of his body was in the air before his demise.
I think you should cut that dread off you know the one for Mike Brown since you weren't there. Far from a activist I honestly don't give a **** Far from an activist you're just adding fuel to extinguishing flames. You know how words spread like aids. People saw what they saw, so they say. You're no Martin you're no Malcom you're more like Powell.
This is when I knew I was a racist since all lives don't matter so you say.
If I was to die today in the hands of a white man. You wouldn't care since I'm light right.
Spanish boy on the mic.
Like if my daddy wasn't black as Wesley Snipes. But you know how the ***** daddy story goes.
Never home.
Left mama with a belly on her own.
They don't want to be the fathers but sure in hell they want to hit the daughters.
I prayed one day you'll walk through that door without the bottle. That's my only memory.
A dream.
So if I was to die today you wouldn't care or maybe for half
I mean my dad left me slung
Guess that changes the fact the left me hug like a pair Jays on the electrical line
Never to come by.
Never to teach how to ride a bike.
Never to teach me how to fight.
This is when I knew I was a racist.
Because I hate people, I hate crowded places.
I hate 34th street I hate 42nd.
I hate the city life
I should be somewhere in the country side.
But back to the matter tell me would you care if I die today in the hands of a white man.
What if I got killed by my enemy since minority violence is not a hate crime to society.
You see Tito got popped by Jahim
And Jahim lights went off in the middle of the night by Piddy
But these life's don't matter right
Is just minority violence
Is not the same media feed.
So for all you rappers, poets and activist whose saw Mikes hands up round of applause.
You're just like the media feeding in to what your eyes didn't see.
Is not about the truth anymore ******* but the ratings.
So to the special guest of honor poet I must tell you I'm a racist
I have 6 dead Spanish friends killed by all hands
Black, white and of time
Don't speak to me about justice
This wasn't Gardner or Bell
And if there's beef let me know I always keep a glock close.
My life won't matter to you like to yours won't matter to me.
But if that's what makes me a racist,
Mother ****** what are you?
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Why did I get the unlucky gene?
I didn't want my words to be seen
By your abandoning eyes
Which were my demise
I found a way to make my peace
Write it all down, my thoughts in place
Now that you know what I have done
You'll make **** sure that I'll be gone
But we both know, I have a weapon
So let me be, my head's unstable
I won't tell her what really happened
Behind her back, while we all suffered.
These words are all that's left for me,
Just let me be, just let me be.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
The earth spins, oblivious to the singular orbit
of my own heart.
Its grand narratives unfold, stories whispered
on winds that do not solely carry my name.
I am a universe contained,
galaxies swirling within skin and bone.
My sun rises and sets
according to an internal clock,
a rhythm felt only by me.
The world exists, a stage vast and varied,
but my performance is for an audience of one.
My applause, my tears, my understanding –
these echo within the chambers of my own soul.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC