"cartels" poems
I lived my half dictionary life before I could
comprehend compulsory compromises.
Collectors arise, disguises and devices beeping,
chastising my blindness.
Gather geography from Afghanistan and Myanmar
graciously growing gold gilded gift horses,
gleefully gloating about floating far away.
My hoof beats above concrete match my heart’s defeat
across borders and mountains
embroidering cardboard cut-outs
calling deserts, decorating front covers.
Exhaling handcrafted letters for my missing half,
half demanding highest caliber commanders and half commanding completion.
Jade jays joyfully lay arrays of bouquets
fragile flowers decay faraway
in jawbones and jail cells.
Begging farewells in a hotel’s lobby
began my hobby,
early morning coffee and carbon copies
concurringly cocky around his dead body.
Gang ciphers for cartels are
Christmas bells hissing at collars,
half dollars embellishing bar crawlers
godfathers hollering at car haulers.
Atrocities across cities attack,
attachable atrophies audibly ambush arthritic anthologies.
Anomalies begin apologies between apostrophes,
advancing autonomy arousing ancient animosities.
All eluding Antarctica,
giant frozen crests, multi-coloured ice
hidden in my illustrations
anxious for my distant half.
Friday cassettes and cigarettes
deliberately making bets following “M”.
Breaking bindings and finding “beta” in alphabet,
may feasibly end in debt.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
Once I held you in my arms,
I loved you in my sleep,
above the traffic
and the circumstance,
above the slaughter of the sheep.
You made me sing at my guitar,
a grown man falling to defeat.
Now I cannot find The Answer
in the company I keep.
The game is rigged, we know it is,
in a hustler's wet dream,
the bank cartels
and corn-fed chicken
descend upon the weak.
I held you in my arms
on a precipice brave and steep,
above the breadlines
and the cannibals,
above the slaughter of the sheep.
You have me writing poetry
about landscapes left unseen,
you kissed the addict on the mouth
and now he's looking to get clean.
But the day is long, you know it is,
forgive me for sounding bleak,
a sucker for
those sad, sad songs,
and that chemical retreat.
I am not working on perfection
in a lifetime stretched and brief,
but I am working on a promise
that for once,
I intend to keep.
See, I've got a knack for giving up,
for feigning inner peace,
I've had my fill of oil spills
and the slaughter of the sheep.
You've felt it too, that burdened love,
the dead-end of familiar streets,
you lay down with him,
habitual ease;
lilac skin now a slab of meat.
The dignitaries come,
the friends you have to meet,
a compromise of ancient ties,
amongst the ******
and the thief.
Words are falling fast for you,
though I lack the skill to piece
all the fragments you paint for me
in this temple of disease.
The race is run, you know it is,
a pace we couldn't keep,
our lungs are full
of cigarettes,
our tongues of old deceit.
The Lie is out amongst the crowds,
but I have no time for war and peace;
I am slipping into
my lover's robe,
into your twisted sheets.
Once I held you in my arms,
I loved you in my sleep,
this wolf's disguise,
those bells that chime
at the slaughter of the sheep.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
California gold-rush blues
Got you pretty thirsty
Where's tank girl when you need her
Saliva thick
Lump in throat
Tongue swelling
Neck swollen
Can't breathe
Drowning
Shrinking skin
Hallucinations
Eyelids crack
Tears of blood
Leather-purse face
Amputated lips
Nose withered
Eyes trapped
We're all exported and exploited
Sold sanely cheap
Used how the rich see fit
Dead in one week
Ecosystem crashing
All for their mansions
Filled with rooms they never use
Profit ******
We see oceans through our windows
97 percent
97 percent
3 percent for you and none for us
Little boy is drinking bubbles
But it ain't champagne
It's dead dogs and fetus juice
Dog dogs and abuse
Where are the wetlands
Where are the holy springs
Soon we'll all be Atlantis
Just another lost city
Soon we'll be living
In underground caves
Like cowards
We all want roses in our garden bower
But the best heroes
Might as well be slaves
Global desert
Without rain
Green turns yellow
Here come the earthquakes
****** forest
Rest in peace
They erected cities
In your memory
Cartels and shades of grey
Vivendi, Veolia
Machines with no soul
Privatizing blue gold
In their corporate quads
Woe to WTO
The new colonialism
Coca Cola 7-Up
Sorry but your time is up
Destroy everything you touch
When it's gone
Get up and leave
Destroy another planet
**** and conquer
SLAPPing silly pointless fools
Transporting silly tools
Shooting all the people's people
Got to pull up the roots
Bullets through lace curtains
Has a ring to it
You spineless cruel leaders
With your oil rivers
Well you've made a rival now
World map's changing underground
Alternatives are scarce
Purity is all but lost
Path of least resistance blocked
Metamorphosizing clocks
Circulation down the train
Don't drink the red water
Just pray for rain
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:20 AM UTC
No inner turmoil,
Will hold me back
I’m facing the world
And I’m poised to attack
I’m ready to fight
Before I die
Who are you to say
That’s he’s only getting high?
Who are you to say
That it won’t cure the pain
Of cancer, glaucoma,
And everyday strains?
Who are you to judge
Without knowing all the facts?
Why should we destroy
This very useful plant?
Hemp fiber is quite strong
And it’s easily taxed.
Legalization- an ongoing war
That mainly takes place
Behind various closed doors.
But I’m a supporter,
Like thousands of others.
You probably know one-
An aunt or a brother.
See, they’ve proved THC
Can shrink tumor size
In less than three weeks,
It’s the truth, not a lie.
All of these studies
Have successfully shown
The only harm known
Comes when it’s smoked.
But there’s so many methods,
Like brownies or pills.
With zero deaths a year,
Mary Jane doesn’t ****
But cigarettes do,
And alcohol too
Over 500,000 deaths yearly
What should we do?
Our forefathers grew it.
So why is it wrong?
Propaganda has brainwashed
Americans for too long.
Prohibition is immoral
And I will not be silenced
The only outcome
Is increasing violence
As the drug cartels rage
Below us in Mexico
We turn the page
To a brand new War on Drugs
Which, let me remind you,
Can never be won.
So many free citizens
With so many free minds
But the government controls
And accuses of crimes
As billions of tax dollars
Wash away, down the drain
Non-violent offenders
Are locked up and contained
Over-crowding prisons
It’s obviously insane.
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 3:58 AM UTC
Eh, what? Some innocent people in Syria were shot by solders? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
Eh, what? Some drug cartels in Mexico slaughtered some people in the middle of the street? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
Eh, what? People are starving in Ethiopia? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
Eh, What? Some guy ***** some lady in Detroit? Um..... I don't care. That's her problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know her.
Eh, What? People in Greenland are suffering because the ice is melting? Um..... I don't care. That's their problem, not mine. Besides, I don't even know them.
WHAT?!?!? I just got beat up by some group of guys! I hate everybody! Ugh!! People are monsters!!!
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC
Amendment I. Congress shall make
no law respecting the organization
of criminal activity, or prohibiting
the free exercise thereof;
or abridging the freedom to lie,
or to print any spurious gossip;
or the right of the people angrily
to riot & fight in the street opposed
by heavily armed State Militia
& to overthrow the government
in a violent revolution;
From hence, drug cartels & gangs
are to be thought of as serial killers,
each guilty of the crimes of all;
as to the corporations' death toll,
every employee is guilty &
anyone who profits from it;
priests, rabbis, cops go on the list w/
Jerry Sandusky & Larry Nassar;
female HS teachers & mass shooters
were made for each other but chilvery
only exists in the movies & on TV;
the Confederacy was more forward
thinking than the white trash trying
to claim its legacy; Greece &
Rome had a thriving slave class;
we have no idea, but Jim Crow was
the polar opposite of the liberal
Reconstruction that became
contemporary southern US
culture w/ [Jimcrowists lurking
& working quietly in plain sight];
u can here or u can be there, but
u can't be in both places at once
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
We stared at the ceiling as it blackened from the lights turning off,
and the air chilling with every breath from the A.C.
Inch by inch we moved closer to each other
because we thought it was what we were supposed to do,
but little did we know that with each nudge
our electrons were sending spark signals
way before our bodies even thought about touching.
Like iron and sulfur, we synthesized
moving into each other's lives,
and leaving our pieces behind us,
swapping stories and secrets
in the cover of nightfall
with roaring laughter,
while our heads made permanent impressions
on their downy and memory foam petals
in the garden of wishes
we created.
Constantly I was with you,
just as the shore is never without the sea.
I became your shadow,
and followed you to your room,
and back again,
through the drug cartels of Mexico,
to the blizzards that lie beyond The Wall.
You became my greatest adventure
and showed me what lay beyond the door
I was always too frightened to open.
You earned a doctorate in my mannerisms,
becoming an expert on each temper tantrum,
and each shining grin that you always brought about
on the gloomiest of Wednesdays
when I ran out of milk for my cereal
and overcooked your mac and cheese.
You embraced every flaw I had,
like the father welcoming home the prodigal son,
and came to love every scar I accumulated,
thirty-eight in total,
from the hordes of others,
almost too numerous to count on ten fingers,
that constantly left me with a sewing needle,
and a bottle of Elmer's glue
to mend from each tumble
of their careless hands.
Every jagged edge of mine that cut your palms,
and left nicks on your fingertips
was smoothed by the rough edges of your beard,
and through scratchy kisses
from chapped lips.
You became my greatest blessing,
as well as my greatest weakness,
so now I constantly crave your pale face
spattered with freckles
and beautiful laugh lines
that congregate around
the warmest brown eyes
I have ever seen.
And I thought I loved you then, but
it definitely was nothing like I love you now, because
now I wake up next to you,
I make both of us coffee, and
push open the curtains to let in sunlight.
And when I wake up next to you,
I don't hate Mondays as much anymore,
And when I wake up next to you,
I feel safe,
because through the valleys of your sleeping lungs
I found where I belong.
I found my home.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
When it's all going smooth, you're talking millions weekly
JC is on his way, to pick up bundles of illicit US drug money
Trouble is getting it back to Mexico and depositing in the banking secretly
There are members of the cartel, that have anywhere up to $300 million, pure honey.
Just sitting idle in their houses and they can't spend or use of it, not even a bit
Once you've gone into partnership with the cartels
You're only handling their money or changing it
You can't leave, they'll find you, kidnap your family and Fedex them back as parcels
They tell you "you have to do this"
If not, they will **** you and they don't ever miss.
Here is the money. What do I with it then?
I get 5 ID's and I'm going to the currency exchange to change the dollars again
You always have to give $200 to the cashier, which we put in here
She logs into the system and records the transactions, that appear
Just as though they were made by tourists
Then we pass them onto our cartel bosses, who are very near us.
The cash is now laundered and its origin erased
They can deposit their money, which is now clean into Pesos, that can't be traced
But this cash started its journey 3,000 miles away
One of the biggest narco distribution hubs in America, I'd say
The windy cities railway, port and interstate highway systems, are the best
Making it the ideal location, distributing Dope and Cash from across the Midwest.
Approximately 70% of the US population lives within a day's drive of Chicago
The Southside is where a lot of the business gets done, just like in Eldorado
Every deal is a drop in the bucket, that contributes to a mighty river of cash
Chicago has over 70 gangs, with up to 150,000 members, who are all smoking hash
Making it the largest and badest gang capital of the America’
Handling the retail, an army of local gangbangers we call the Drug Gangsta's.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
we could have the summers in italy
the peaches in paradise
the dawns and the dusks and our toes in the sand
but we're doing the vtc and ecstasy
listening to scratched disks and taking shots of drain water
dreamers only think in French you tell me
so i chant the words
je veux tout in my head
i want the nutmeg stuck on the walls in my nose
and your moans in my ear till 4 after midnight
i want the silk sheets wrapped around my neck
the tongues in my mouth
i want to get familiarized with the richness
when a balenciaga shoe hits me and the euros are in my bloodstream
i want to be used to it
the velvet carpets and red lingerie
the colosseum and vatican city
busboys with scruffy berets
expensive wine in busted hotels
chocolate fondue and burnt pasta at the cartels
michelangelo's david and authentic fur coats
tramps and 2 dollar bills down your throat
throwing ash trays at the sistine chapel
gifts of china tea cups and diamond rings to forget the scandals
fat cigars and the bonnie and clyde lifestyle
i want it all in italy baby
je veux tout
je veux tout
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Have you killed in your dreams?
Have you been attacked in your
nightmares?
Have you ever seen Reptilian ETs chew
babies?
Have you ever seen hybrids swim in copper liquid?
Have you ever heard the Dragon Queen
giggle as evil spreads?
They **** people in some
underground bases
Have you ever imagined that you could
turn androgynous?
Have you ever been brainwashed and
programmed to work for the Shadow Men?
Have you ever witnessed messages
being sent to the silicon people?
Have you ever seen how handicapped
people are genetically engineered?
Have you ever read about how diseases are manufactured?
Have you ever seen a home break?
Have the tears of fallen women ever
dripped on you?
Have you ever seen a heart of
unconditional love tear?
Has it ever occurred to you that we are locked in 3D?
Has it ever occurred to you that we are
mind-controlled slaves?
Did you know that poverty is
manipulated?
Did you know that wars are a way to make profit?
Did you know that our lives are
planned and we work for mob and
royal families who own banking
cartels?
Have you ever shared giggles with the
devil?
Have you ever seen how humans are
used for scientific and medical
experiments?
Did you know that advanced life forms feed on the energy of humans?
Have you ever seen witches at peak
hour?
And the cat cries like a baby, and you're
crying out somebody save me
Have you ever been invited to hell and cities of gold?
Tell me, would you be a soldier bold
when all these evil stories are told?
Do you know Evil?
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
We stared at the ceiling, blackened
from the absence of light,
air chilling with every breath from the A.C.,
moving closer and closer
because we thought it was what we were supposed to do, but
our electrons were sending spark signals
before our bodies even thought about touching.
Like iron and sulfur, we synthesized
moving into each other's lives,
leaving our pieces behind,
swapping stories and secrets
in the cover of nightfall,
with roaring laughter,
our heads making permanent impressions
on their downy and memory foam petals
in the garden of wishes
we created.
And I followed you to your room,
and back again,
through the drug cartels of Mexico,
to the blizzards that lie beyond The Wall.
You, my greatest adventure
showed me what lay beyond the door
I was always too frightened to open.
You earned a doctorate in my mannerisms,
becoming an expert on each temper tantrum, each shining grin
that you always brought about
on the gloomiest of Wednesdays
when I ran out of milk for my cereal
and overcooked your mac and cheese.
You embraced every flaw I had,
came to love every scar I accumulated,
thirty-eight in total,
from the others,
almost too numerous to count on ten fingers,
that left me with a sewing needle,
and a bottle of Elmer's glue
each time.
And I thought I loved you then, but
not like I love you now, because
now I wake up next to you,
I make both of us coffee, and
push open the curtains
to let in sunlight. And I wake up next to you,
I don't hate Mondays as much anymore,
Because through the valleys of your sleeping lungs
I found where I belong.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Drug Sub War
The drug sub became the new menace
Replacing the Toyota engined powerboats
And outdated drug running planes that got splashed
Sleek, able to travel underwater
More than the semi-submersible craft
Using a snorkel like **** U-Boats did
A group of foreign designers made them
Contracted by the drug cartels
To make an almost undetectable vehicle
Costing millions fitted with both low and high tech gear
Like GPS, night and day camera periscope and more
Able to dive at will hundreds of feet below
Remaining silent under battery power
But they didn't realize how persistent the US Navy was
Who specialized in hunting subs and now had a new opponent
Not Red China or Neo Soviet enemy subs hunting American carriers
It was Narco Subs from Central and South America
Each one carrying between one and eight tons of drugs
Pure Class A narcotics to **** North American youth
The US Navy used P-3 Orions, P-8 Poseidens and anti-sub choppers
To find the stealthy subs and take the appropriate measures
Calling destroyers and frigates who chased the subs down
Forcing them to surface with small depth charges
When drug sub crews fought back with machine guns
The navy sank them with all available weapons
For this war war, a war of innocent versus guilty
On the ocean no law court was needed...
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
In school they showed us a video
about drug cartels and drug addition,
but all I could think about was you,
and how much I crave your touch.
The mouth of the presenter is moving,
but his words fall on deaf ears
that crave the sound of your voice.
As I think about your lips,
and how they taste,
I can't help but wonder if this is addiction,
because all of my desire is revolved around you.
(Constantly wanting you by my side)
(Constantly, constantly craving you)
I've never injected a needle,
or taken a hit.
Come to think of it,
those drug dealers have no idea how intense I feel,
so they can keep their substances.
Why would I need that
when I already have you?
(The substance of love is powerful)
(in the form of you)
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
When it's all going smooth, you're talking millions weekly
JC is on his way, to pick up bundles of illicit US drug money
Trouble is getting it back to Mexico and depositing it into a bank, secretly
There are members of the cartel, that have anywhere up to $300 million, pure honey.
Just sitting idle in their houses and they can't spend or use of it, not even a bit
Once you've gone into partnership with the cartels
You're only handling their money or changing it
You can't leave, they'll find you, kidnap your family and Fedex them back as parcels
They tell you "You have to do this"
If not, they will **** you and they don't ever miss.
Here is the money. What do I with it then?
I get 5 ID's and I'm going to the currency exchange, to change the dollars again
You always have to give $200 to the cashier, which we put in here
She logs into the system and records the transactions, that appear
Just as though they were made by tourists
Then we pass them onto our cartel bosses, who are very near us.
The cash is now laundered and its origin erased
They can deposit their money, which is now clean, into Pesos that can't be traced
But this cash started its journey 3,000 miles away
One of the biggest narco distribution hubs in America, I'd say
The windy cities railway, port and interstate highway systems, are the best
Making it the ideal location, distributing dope and cash from across the Midwest.
Approximately 70% of the US population, lives within a day's drive of Chicago
The Southside is where a lot of the business gets done, just like in El Dorado
Every deal is a drop in the bucket, that contributes to a mighty river of cash
Chicago has over 70 gangs, with up to 150,000 members, who are all smoking hash
Making it the largest and badest gang capital of America
Handling the retail, an army of local gangbangers, we call the Drug Gangsta’s.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
Remained uh
Loyal to the game
Infamous is my name
Im after the fire
Its the return of the reign
Since Pac is King
Im the prince back to hit
Ya with some real ****
Hard to dodge when tryna
Put haters n critics n casket
Though a *******
I still made a change **** the fame
And all these nigguhs is speakin' the same
Riddle me this as i hit ya with some game
Aint got no shame
I was apart of the drug game *******
Filled my pockets mayne
Hangin' on differ corner slangin'
But it was the environment that got me bangin'
But i heard better blues when i see the news
Im seein my people in a fued
At war over each other
For nothing
All roughed up by the media for
Nothing
Then all of sudden
When a brother wants to regained consciousness
They label it ludicrous take my quotes as a diss
But i dismiss
All the ******** got to stay real to roots
Until the fat lady sangs remain
Loyal to the game
Though i was
Cursed as a *****
My focus was on chasin' figures
From ***** dreams
Too ******* in my abode scene
Jewels & jacuzzi in the limousine
Big tv screens
Things aint what it seems
Somehow I thiught money
Would bring happiness
But it only attract serpents
Evil is the root to sorts of treachery
Gotta watch who's next to me ?
Feel me!
They say they have your back
But the first to attack
When ya turn ya back
Thats friends in this day in age
They say why you upset im growin' in a rage
All i know is dope hoes n a 12 guage
They ****** up my community
With the spiritual raid
Invested in homocide drug cartels
Suicide prostitution the stories never fail
And ah
If you plan on makin' future
Better believe they comin' to shoot ya
Eradicate our whole race
The nation steadily sayin' **** you to our face
Get out the **** pulpits n come to the streets
Thats where its real pack yo steel
So haters can feel
The ammunition of revenge
No pretend we never surrend
We straight up warriors
More than thugs
Now embrace the eternal flame
I dont care if i gotta for my peeps
Im vain but ill remain
Loyalllllll to the gammeeeeee
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
I'm sad
my friend
sad
you tried
we tried
we cried
you fought
we fought
for naught
craven creature
writhed
and won
I'm sorry
friend
so sorry
how can sun
be gone
yet birds sing
don't they see
can't they tell
it is but stars
an afterglow
all is naught
life has passed
your ailing breath
expired
from darkness sown
by drug cartels
intent
on breaking will
of *** plant babes
sourced for fame
stealthy greed
seduces most
millions sought
want you
and me
they're undeterred
their filly reach
a blinding hate
of freedom's rights
leave humans be
as infants wail
and white coats play
mere blinded dupes
pay dues required
in hallowed halls
and now you're
dead
yes, dead
not anywhere
you've left us
gone
from dirt to dirt
and ash to ash
and so it ends
somehow we must
decide to breathe
when you cannot
I hold you still
in memory's dream
my brother sweet
though in my arms
the grief burns
pure
writhe impotent
in essence true
we're nil
no flow of tears
will soothe you now
they've ceased
the dreaded C
has had its day
too bad
too bad
our useless words
rebound
a spinning wheel
pathetic croaks
on fade porch
perhaps if we...
I should have said...
why didn't I...
and so it goes
tortured mind
unwilling thrusts
accept the truth
grim reaper came
and now he's
gone
another love
will soon be
marked
why you dear friend
Lord, please
not you
the rivers dam
there are no streams
that be enough
remorse it screams
why not the swines
the great unwashed
why was it you
the good
- why
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Molotovs explode, windows shatter
But to them, it doesn’t matter.
Their sheltered lives are bliss, while little children die,
They sit in their bubble baths and let out a sigh.
They burn their coal to heat their homes,
While warplanes fly from aerodromes.
They clink their flimsy wine-filled glasses,
While the earth rots in a shell of gases.
They talk of truth, peace and love,
While praying to the skies above.
They ask for good things, for themselves.
While kids, teenagers, join cartels.
They “Save The Seals”, but they are blind,
The thing that needs saving is mankind.
A thousand cry out, but they claim to be powerless.
How would they feel if they were towerless?
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Twisted tensions, polarize
and sometimes heal w/ pretty eyes
Though the stars make up their minds
Peace w/ you, in briefest time
Oh Mars is cruel, w/ war and womb
and gestation in Neptunes tomb
you helped me speed, relieve the moon
though Pluto is cold and I'm leaving soon
Live in times where whispers win
and cartels carry forgotten sin
When the end is near I will wish for respiration
Death may be too boring for one born to run
Run w/ warlords and Gods, the light
until the ethers rise and spike
the people then begin to fight
and man and woman are alike
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
WOE HAS IMMIGRATION BECOME TOPIC OF LATE. REPUBLICANS ARGUE DUE PROCESS BUT LEAVE DRUGS FROM DEBATE. CONGRESS CONSTITUENCY PREDICTING THEIR FATE. CARTELS GIVEN POWER BY AMERICAN DOLLAR. KEEPERS ASLEEP AT GATE. IN RECESSION YET NO DISCRETION BUYING ALL WITHOUT PRICE A QUESTION. TAKE OFF THE TOP CARTEL PROCEEDS NOW IMMIGRANTS FLEE AND YOU QUESTION THEIR NEEDS. VOTE TO SEND BACK TO HELL BUT WANT OBAMA FOR SHOW AND TELL? JUST TO SEE LIVES DAMAGED BY YOUR GREED. SAY YOU WANT LEAD BUT NEVER TAKE HEED. GUESS HIGH YELLOW IS STILL BLACK INDEED! VETO EVERYTHING AND IF COULD WHEN SLAVES FREED. HOW DID LIBERTY BECOME HIGH SCHOOL GANG ASSEMBLY? NOT EVEN LOOKING AT COMMON SENSE! YOU JUST BANG AGAINST HE. BACK AND FOURTH PETTY BICKER FROM MEN WITH DEGREES COSTING SIX FIGURES. WHAT YOU REALLY FEAR IS NOT OBAMA! YOU SEE IMMIGRANTS AS BROWN *******
- KING MELCHIZEDEK.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Arthur or Uther,
the truth
somewhere out there,
let sleeping gods lie while
we wait here to die
and
the maddest dogs
howl at the moon.
Have you pried inside me and
found secrets that have tied me
to the Cartels?
All's fair in love and wishing wells
but
don't push your luck,
**** me
even Xerxes has broken the pact
he's in on the act
that's the dealbreaker
I take a
minute to digest this
kiss the cat goodnight
and head back
to Camelot.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
A slip of tongue.......on deaf ears
Moments passing.......as would years
A lighthouse..........standing unmanned
Skyscrapers...........of straw and sand
A battle of words......with idiots
Fields of blood.........by patriots
A fight on graft........per foolish twits
Unarmed men.......sans all wits
A demon's wants.....destroying dreams
Politic bodies.........advancing schemes
A war on drugs........by cartels
On a slow train........bound for hell
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
What can I trust? Who is there that can be trusted?
In this world of seemingly swirling cartels, agendas, and white collared crimes.
Even are words are becoming convenient lies
Every step seemingly could be a mistake. The truth that I see as I live life is that. There is no one you can trust.
Everyone is out for themselves.but even that can't be true
There is what I want the truth to be and there is what the truth is and what the people I trust say the truth is.
They say trust but verify. There is no trust. Making the distinction of truth. That much more blurred
So what is truth? If no one can be trusted. Then what is truth. The only truth you can trust in whole heartedly is the truth in front of your eyes.
Everyone is a lier, but there are those that have crossed the line of deception and have turned themselves into devils.
The world is decaying. Will you stop it?
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Turn the beat up, and let the heat heat up,
Check it, my mics sound ice, glistening blinding suckas, from my frozen ice,
We move like mice, no snitches, cuz they get stitches,
What is this, mic murderers menace this,
Ain't no coming back from this,
My styles deeper than Chris,
Times two, peep the rendezvous, break down crews,
As an individual, yall edible, none of ya sources credible,
Im like Jada, sending a kiss, from the bullets that hiss,
Like a snake, silencers keep yall un awake, keep my stakes,
At large, take a charge of my Gurka cigar,
Fools ended up scarred, cuz they couldn't move faster,
Im linked cartels to rastas, def jam master blaster,
**** the news caster, i make my own moves from disaster,
Now ask yaself whos the master,
Build own my destiny,like the Rockefellers,
We be the Goodfellas,
Brown as nutellas, never dated Cinderallas , bellas bellas,
Give ya headaches to sweaters,
Dont nut in her,
Cuz she'll take for everythang, with no remains,
A crown without a kang,
Simple and plain, i take twist of the jane, blunt split,
Like the end of ocean, no boastin',
I stay in space, ghost floatin,
Can't catch my mind, its on the light of speeds time, to rhyme,
I keep bad design, im not thinking what you thinkin if you had my mine,
Slipping through time, speaking consciously and no sublime,
So suckas stand in line,
Ya lunch money is mine, bully em every line, tracks to design,
Carefully put in aligned,
Ya rhymes is burned, overturn, from the jury sentencin,
Yo what up world! Its my turn,
Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 3:24 PM UTC