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Is it really this hard to find people I can go back and forth in discussion with about Buddhist and Hindu theology compared and contrasted against Christian and Yoruba I want to scream and shout and dance with somebody over Janet Jackson's new album and at the same time feel the heat and talk with somebody about how extremely sad and depressing but oh so good Giovanni's Room was I want to be able to speak with somebody whom can quote Malcolm X and Kafka in the same breath Somebody who could see the logic of Pac and Immortal Technique on the same piece with the Budos Band or Mulatu on the back track I want to know people whom know just exactly who Suki Lee and Bayard Rustin are can we talk about Jacob Kinohoor's *** at least for a moment then get into some B.B. King or Johnny Cash have you seen Dune the one from the eighties James McAvoy shirtless as well as John Goodman’s acting were only good things about the other if you read it even better what about the ***** that sat by the door Or killer clowns from outer space let's be shady and point out all the inaccuracies on the history and discovery and channels praying for that day that's not in February They show Shaka Zulu in full without commercial interruption Or maybe a documentary about native American people with actual native actors that do not depict them all as either plains people Or Inuit Cause you already know not everybody is Eskimo then let's put on our own private production of legally blonde followed by encore presentations of the classic scene Of Miss Celie and miss Ofelia going in over Harpo can I discuss with you how the Patriot act nullifies everything in constitution And the bill of rights even though they never were intended to be permanent any way It would be nice to not have to explain a Corporatocracy all my life Ive been into Egyptology You do know that Imhotep was the actual founder of medicine by a good 2000 years not that Hippocrat the thing is I'm still learning when attempt to delve that deeply into people which I don't even consider that deep They often misunderstand They often concluded without thinking maybe just maybe ©Christopher F. Brown 2015
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
I'm not trying to **** I'm trying to see you in 3D
Is it really this hard to find people I can go back and forth in discussion with about Buddhist and Hindu theology compared and contrasted against Christian and Yoruba I want to scream and shout and dance with somebody over Janet Jackson's new album and at the same time feel the heat and talk with somebody about how extremely sad and depressing but oh so good Giovanni's Room was I want to be able to speak with somebody whom can quote Malcolm X and Kafka in the same breath Somebody who could see the logic of Pac and Immortal Technique on the same piece with the Budos Band or Mulatu on the back track I want to know people whom know just exactly who Suki Lee and Bayard Rustin are can we talk about Jacob Kinohoor's *** at least for a moment then get into some B.B. King or Johnny Cash have you seen Dune the one from the eighties James McAvoy shirtless as well as John Goodman’s acting were only good things about the other if you read it even better what about the ***** that sat by the door Or killer clowns from outer space let's be shady and point out all the inaccuracies on the history and discovery and channels praying for that day that's not in February They show Shaka Zulu in full without commercial interruption Or maybe a documentary about native American people with actual native actors that do not depict them all as either plains people Or Inuit Cause you already know not everybody is Eskimo then let's put on our own private production of legally blonde followed by encore presentations of the classic scene Of Miss Celie and miss Ofelia going in over Harpo can I discuss with you how the Patriot act nullifies everything in constitution And the bill of rights even though they never were intended to be permanent any way It would be nice to not have to explain a Corporatocracy all my life Ive been into Egyptology You do know that Imhotep was the actual founder of medicine by a good 2000 years not that Hippocrat the thing is I'm still learning when attempt to delve that deeply into people which I don't even consider that deep They often misunderstand They often concluded without thinking maybe just maybe ©Christopher F. Brown 2015
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Revolution: Part one. The first French King sentenced to death, Must have a new execution invented; So that this day shall be forever remembered. The execution of your King, this invention of evil; This is how he will finally meet his end and go to the Devil. The man behind the mask, the executioner; Will lead us to change to a new world order. A declaration of civil war, to stop the oppression, Has lead France to say, we must fight to stop the aggression. We must be revolting and begin the revolution; To put an end to the executions. The fall of the guillotine, for a life time spent, Writing the encyclopedia, which lead to his death. There is no place for God, in an encyclopedia of Man; This writing is illegal, you are blasphemous! God **** So the time has come, to take your last breath. Remember when you see the guillotine... don't lose your head. Until it's chopped off and ends up in the basket; Another case of basket case madness. No fiction necessary, for us to live here on Earth; But this execution, you surely don't deserve. So the poets leave France, before the revolution; All of them heading, back to England. These prison bars to entrap the young. Taken prisoner for writing a book. Follow their rules; free thinking is wrong. The encyclopedia is evidence enough. Man is born free and grows to imprison himself; Then he must follow the orders, of somebody else. Frances revolutionaries, said let it be, let it be; But the nation is ruled, by the monarchy. Imprisoned for what they think, the poets and the artists; But there are no walls, in the prison inside their heads. Begin the revolution and make us all classless, Because they’re chained by society, For the thoughts that they think. A fight for equality, a modern day philosophy. Man is born to think for himself; a revolution is on the way. Liberty! Liberation for one free state; A jaded nation must make a change. Revolution began, after the fall of the blade; Now the guillotine of power will stop us being slaves. Preaching revolution, we must free ourselves of these manacles. Preaching liberation for the masses And freedom for the individual. This new guillotine, the machine of death, Makes the severed head fall into the basket, As they take your last breath; But they can't take your words, from the books you have written. So fight the power! Revolution! Revolution! We must have a revolution, that is televised. Che Guevara, Malcolm X, me, myself and I. All of us willing to join the fight; All of knowing our view is right. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
Revolution : Part one
Revolution: Part one. The first French King sentenced to death, Must have a new execution invented; So that this day shall be forever remembered. The execution of your King, this invention of evil; This is how he will finally meet his end and go to the Devil. The man behind the mask, the executioner; Will lead us to change to a new world order. A declaration of civil war, to stop the oppression, Has lead France to say, we must fight to stop the aggression. We must be revolting and begin the revolution; To put an end to the executions. The fall of the guillotine, for a life time spent, Writing the encyclopedia, which lead to his death. There is no place for God, in an encyclopedia of Man; This writing is illegal, you are blasphemous! God **** So the time has come, to take your last breath. Remember when you see the guillotine... don't lose your head. Until it's chopped off and ends up in the basket; Another case of basket case madness. No fiction necessary, for us to live here on Earth; But this execution, you surely don't deserve. So the poets leave France, before the revolution; All of them heading, back to England. These prison bars to entrap the young. Taken prisoner for writing a book. Follow their rules; free thinking is wrong. The encyclopedia is evidence enough. Man is born free and grows to imprison himself; Then he must follow the orders, of somebody else. Frances revolutionaries, said let it be, let it be; But the nation is ruled, by the monarchy. Imprisoned for what they think, the poets and the artists; But there are no walls, in the prison inside their heads. Begin the revolution and make us all classless, Because they’re chained by society, For the thoughts that they think. A fight for equality, a modern day philosophy. Man is born to think for himself; a revolution is on the way. Liberty! Liberation for one free state; A jaded nation must make a change. Revolution began, after the fall of the blade; Now the guillotine of power will stop us being slaves. Preaching revolution, we must free ourselves of these manacles. Preaching liberation for the masses And freedom for the individual. This new guillotine, the machine of death, Makes the severed head fall into the basket, As they take your last breath; But they can't take your words, from the books you have written. So fight the power! Revolution! Revolution! We must have a revolution, that is televised. Che Guevara, Malcolm X, me, myself and I. All of us willing to join the fight; All of knowing our view is right. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Ski Jumping Leaning forward, body parallel to the skis arms neatly by the side hands pressed in tight; flat down the slope he goes into the unknown flying free for a few moments landing as far as he can then arms aloft in triumph. How do you begin such a journey? Armchair bound we are never to speed down the icy slope eyes and goggles peering down and down ready to fly, see the sky. Yet in a moment we can be there down the slope in our minds unburdened from reality no years of practice or skis to heft no chance of failure. We can fly on the ski slope of the mind an adventure of the imagination synapses firing neurons glowing and so let it be with death and life down the slope jumping, arms aloft into tomorrow, into the unknown alone, down the slope, jumping. Malcolm F. Davidson October 11th 2013
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
Ski Jumping
Hindi ako kumakain ng tae o umiinom ng ihi, Lalo namang hindi ako humahalik sa tumbong. Lumaki ako’ng mahirap at naranasan ko’ng maapi, Pero kahit kelan hindi sumuko ang diwa ko, Laging nakikipaglaban ang puso’t isipan ko. Nakabilanggo ako sa sistema na kinasusuklaman ko, Oo bilanggo ang katawan ko ng pangangailangan para Mabuhay pero mulat ang isipan ko. Ang hampas-lupa Ko lang na katawan ang nakabilanggo subalit ang puso at Isip ko kailanman hindi mapipiit. Nakikinig ako pero hindi ibig sabihin na naniniwala ako, Nagbabasa ako pero hindi nangangahulogan na tinatanggap ko ito. Ang malayang isipan ang pinaka-mataas na antas ng pakikipaglaban, Kailanman hindi ito masusupil, apoy ito ng kaluluwang hindi kailanman Mapapatay; mananatili itong nagliliyab. Hindi ako sumisigaw sa kalsada o nag-aarmas habang Nakakanlong sa mga gubat pero patuloy ako’ng tumututol. Ginagamit ko ang aking panulat sa paglaban. Rebelde ako’ng Lagalag na hindi matatahimik. Maangas ang aking panulat at Nagliliyab ang aking mga letra.   Rebelde, aktibista, radikal, militante, sosyalista, komunista, Ateista, anarkista – oo lahat ng yan ay ako. All in one ika nga, Kung saan ang dehado dun ako pumapanig ayaw ko sa mga liyamado Sapagkat karamihan sa kanila ay tarantado. Pro-labor, pro-masa Pro-poor siguro nga ganyan ako. Kaya marahil pro-Bonifacio ako at Hindi pro-Rizal. Kaya siguro idolo ko si Nelson Mandela, Gandhi, Malcolm X, Amado V. Hernandez at iba pang radikal kasi tulad nila meron akong Malayang Isipan.
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
MALAYANG ISIPAN
Hindi ako kumakain ng tae o umiinom ng ihi, Lalo namang hindi ako humahalik sa tumbong. Lumaki ako’ng mahirap at naranasan ko’ng maapi, Pero kahit kelan hindi sumuko ang diwa ko, Laging nakikipaglaban ang puso’t isipan ko. Nakabilanggo ako sa sistema na kinasusuklaman ko, Oo bilanggo ang katawan ko ng pangangailangan para Mabuhay pero mulat ang isipan ko. Ang hampas-lupa Ko lang na katawan ang nakabilanggo subalit ang puso at Isip ko kailanman hindi mapipiit. Nakikinig ako pero hindi ibig sabihin na naniniwala ako, Nagbabasa ako pero hindi nangangahulogan na tinatanggap ko ito. Ang malayang isipan ang pinaka-mataas na antas ng pakikipaglaban, Kailanman hindi ito masusupil, apoy ito ng kaluluwang hindi kailanman Mapapatay; mananatili itong nagliliyab. Hindi ako sumisigaw sa kalsada o nag-aarmas habang Nakakanlong sa mga gubat pero patuloy ako’ng tumututol. Ginagamit ko ang aking panulat sa paglaban. Rebelde ako’ng Lagalag na hindi matatahimik. Maangas ang aking panulat at Nagliliyab ang aking mga letra.   Rebelde, aktibista, radikal, militante, sosyalista, komunista, Ateista, anarkista – oo lahat ng yan ay ako. All in one ika nga, Kung saan ang dehado dun ako pumapanig ayaw ko sa mga liyamado Sapagkat karamihan sa kanila ay tarantado. Pro-labor, pro-masa Pro-poor siguro nga ganyan ako. Kaya marahil pro-Bonifacio ako at Hindi pro-Rizal. Kaya siguro idolo ko si Nelson Mandela, Gandhi, Malcolm X, Amado V. Hernandez at iba pang radikal kasi tulad nila meron akong Malayang Isipan.
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"Dear Mama", Question... "Is life worth living or should I blast myself" I'm always searching for those "better days" knowing that peace in my heart will come In "Thugs Mansion". Where I can "sip champagne while I listen to Billy Holliday sing and sit there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came." Should I "ride on my enemies"? Become one of "Amerikas most wanted"? Or should I remember that "the road is hard so I'll never give up"? And "time don't stop, always going by. So I'll puff on mine, hoping that it will get me high" Smile for me. "Won't you smile for me now"? "It ain't easy" being a changed man so when it feels like "all eyez on me". I just remember that "heaven ain't hard to find". But I'm Not starving, I been eatin Hardy,...like the night at that "Gangsta Party".... Certain things happen, I wana be happy so I have to make some arranges... Hopin in my life I have the ability to 1 day make those "Changes"...
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
Feeling Thru Pac
-                                       It's simple, Life Isn't fair. You grow                                         Believing                                         It Is                                         Until the world Releases                                          It's                                          Wrath.                                          Equality                                          Doesn't                                            Come                                                                                                 Easily                                                It most definitely won't                                                             come                                                            without                                                            a Fight.                                                            Every                                                             Fight                                                           Comes                                                            With                                          a consequence. It may seem hard                                                                                                                   However                                                                       It's worth It                                                Barack Obama                                          Ridiculed                                                                   So I can                                    become a                                      president                                            Rosa Parks          Imprisoned                                                So I can                    sit                                                      wherever               I                                                                                       choose                                          Martin              Luther                                           King              Assassinated                                         So I can          befriend                                         anyone I          choose                                          Malcolm   X   Murdered                                                    So I can    be   accepted                                       Freedom             Riders                                       Arrested So        I can eat                                        wherever           I choose                                           Black             Panthers                                                  Abused            So I can be                                                 treated                fairly                                 These fighters died, On the front line, On the battle field                                                          So I wouldn't have                                                       To. And yet, Where am I                                                       Fighting, On the front line                                                             Of the battle field                                                            So what ever young                                                         aspiring African American                                                            won't be deprived                                                             of their education                                                               Of their History                                                           Of their right to vote;                                                              For standing up                                                          For what they believe In                                                                  It's simple                                                                 Life Isn't fair                                                                However you                                                                  don't know                                                                   Until life                                                                  unleashes It's                                                                      wrath                                                                    On You
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Fight
-                                       It's simple, Life Isn't fair. You grow                                         Believing                                         It Is                                         Until the world Releases                                          It's                                          Wrath.                                          Equality                                          Doesn't                                            Come                                                                                                 Easily                                                It most definitely won't                                                             come                                                            without                                                            a Fight.                                                            Every                                                             Fight                                                           Comes                                                            With                                          a consequence. It may seem hard                                                                                                                   However                                                                       It's worth It                                                Barack Obama                                          Ridiculed                                                                   So I can                                    become a                                      president                                            Rosa Parks          Imprisoned                                                So I can                    sit                                                      wherever               I                                                                                       choose                                          Martin              Luther                                           King              Assassinated                                         So I can          befriend                                         anyone I          choose                                          Malcolm   X   Murdered                                                    So I can    be   accepted                                       Freedom             Riders                                       Arrested So        I can eat                                        wherever           I choose                                           Black             Panthers                                                  Abused            So I can be                                                 treated                fairly                                 These fighters died, On the front line, On the battle field                                                          So I wouldn't have                                                       To. And yet, Where am I                                                       Fighting, On the front line                                                             Of the battle field                                                            So what ever young                                                         aspiring African American                                                            won't be deprived                                                             of their education                                                               Of their History                                                           Of their right to vote;                                                              For standing up                                                          For what they believe In                                                                  It's simple                                                                 Life Isn't fair                                                                However you                                                                  don't know                                                                   Until life                                                                  unleashes It's                                                                      wrath                                                                    On You
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She lives in a cage, in the shed, at the bottom of a garden Her master comes, twice daily, with food and water She lives for him, a servant to his psyche She has no power, slave on her knees in chains Its simple pleasure for leisure, to serve him is to be free Minutes in the sunshine, phallus in furs - and a collar as a symbol of respect Music for ******* Performance in the house She lays down and tastes the whip on bare cheek Obedience is taught through willing submission Gorean affectations, willing desire and the natural order One's journey into identity, a thrilling concept at first munch - God will speak in good time To dismantle social construct in a kingdom of one Liberation at the hands of a master in leather - and whips outstretched Through drear smokescreens, transformation and feminisation Slave-girl, man-child, longing for acceptance and protection Early morn, teary-eyed sunshine creeps through a crack Blonde wigged, bearded man wipes mascara clean away Only two more months, every day she will be beat, - and the sissification of the master's slave will then be complete
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
Malcolm's Story Part II: Regarding Pinafore Eroticism
You hide in plain sight as does day when engulfed by night For darkness is simply…. The absence of light You claim to have special enlightenment And that your knowledge is for the better good of the people Pledge your allegiance and your success will be imminent Break your pledge and your death will be discrete So why would you become part of something so “elite”? With only one thing in mind; to see the human race in defeat. An interminable amount of subliminal messages Hinting at events that are destructive, demoralizing, and deceptive. 9/11… was it really an act of terrorism? Or was it just an evil plot… something you guys expected? Al-quaeda and the Taliban… roaming around in the lands of Iran But on the land I walk some say it’s a misperception Just a façade in our brain so the government secrets are protected. Michael Jackson… and the Kennedy assassination Were they both untimely events in American history? Ghandi, The King, Malcolm X, Princess Diana, Shakur, Paul, Marley, the Kennedys’, Lennon, Fredinand, Lincoln!! All of whom were either at your feet or tried to make your secret secrete These deaths… from assassination to suicide… were all… “unfortunate” to the human eye? Or were they “fortunate” for the Eye of the Beholder? But why go to such great extent to have these powerful and influential people wiped from the human race? To keep a secret that has been soooo well kept for hundreds of years? A secret society that is not so discrete… anymore Hidden in plain sight and away from the human eye….. Trying to keep a disguise that will lead to our eventual demise You aren’t doing the world any favors By keeping an explicitly intricate order in store You’re favoring your own world under one order By intricately deceiving the minds of innocent citizens So, you hide in plain sight, the light of the earth A light you hope one day becomes permanently dark Cause once again, darkness is only the absence of light. With no light, we will be forced at the feet of your might Despite a fight, with no light and your might, we’re all just mites stuck on your flight of new world order. Well let me just end on this… **** THE ILLUMINATI!
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
The Lie of the Deceiver
You hide in plain sight as does day when engulfed by night For darkness is simply…. The absence of light You claim to have special enlightenment And that your knowledge is for the better good of the people Pledge your allegiance and your success will be imminent Break your pledge and your death will be discrete So why would you become part of something so “elite”? With only one thing in mind; to see the human race in defeat. An interminable amount of subliminal messages Hinting at events that are destructive, demoralizing, and deceptive. 9/11… was it really an act of terrorism? Or was it just an evil plot… something you guys expected? Al-quaeda and the Taliban… roaming around in the lands of Iran But on the land I walk some say it’s a misperception Just a façade in our brain so the government secrets are protected. Michael Jackson… and the Kennedy assassination Were they both untimely events in American history? Ghandi, The King, Malcolm X, Princess Diana, Shakur, Paul, Marley, the Kennedys’, Lennon, Fredinand, Lincoln!! All of whom were either at your feet or tried to make your secret secrete These deaths… from assassination to suicide… were all… “unfortunate” to the human eye? Or were they “fortunate” for the Eye of the Beholder? But why go to such great extent to have these powerful and influential people wiped from the human race? To keep a secret that has been soooo well kept for hundreds of years? A secret society that is not so discrete… anymore Hidden in plain sight and away from the human eye….. Trying to keep a disguise that will lead to our eventual demise You aren’t doing the world any favors By keeping an explicitly intricate order in store You’re favoring your own world under one order By intricately deceiving the minds of innocent citizens So, you hide in plain sight, the light of the earth A light you hope one day becomes permanently dark Cause once again, darkness is only the absence of light. With no light, we will be forced at the feet of your might Despite a fight, with no light and your might, we’re all just mites stuck on your flight of new world order. Well let me just end on this… **** THE ILLUMINATI!
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I stood in line to be weighed in the bathroom of the nursing home Anne crutched herself behind me you haven't got a chance in hell of winning that chocolate bar Kid she said I've seen more meat on a butcher's pencil stuck behind his ear might win I said might fly she said   the kid in front of me got on the green metal scales and the nun moved the weight along the top not you Malcolm she said the kid got off sulkily I got on the scales and the nun moved the weight I looked at her black and white headdress her pinched features not you Benny she said I got off and walked away Anne awkwardly got on the scales holding herself on her one leg the stump of the other hanging there best so far Anne the nun said told you Kid you didn't have a chance guess not I said as she crutched herself along side of me not to worry if I get the choco bar I’ll give you a quarter for being a good friend no other in this **** hole gets a look in we went along to our rooms come in Kid she said I hesitated come in I want to ask you something I stood swaying uncertain what if one of the nuns comes along?   what if I don't give you quarter of the choc bar? she said I followed her in to the girls dorm no one else was there just she and me she closed the door with her backside right Kid I want you to do me a favour favour? I said sensing uncertainty hit my gut yes I want you to sneak along to the kitchen tonight and liberate some biscuits liberate? I said biscuits? yes you know what biscuits are don't you those hard things with cream in the middle or chocolate on one side I know what biscuits are I said but what do you mean liberate? take some from the big tin they have on the shelf in larder take? I said you mean steal? steal take liberate whatever word you want to use Kid what if I get caught? don't get caught but what if I do? Anne sighed sat on the edge of her bed I thought you were someone I could rely on Kid not some cowardly custard yellow belly I looked at her leg stump sticking out the other leg reached to the floor if you're really good I’ll let you touch my stump she said no need I said I'll try tonight sneak down after lights out good Kid she said she took my right hand and lay it on the stump and held it there it felt warm and soft she let my hand go good huh? wish the rest was there she said off you go and don't get caught I nodded and backed out of the room seeing her cover the stump with her dress and smile see you I said you bet she said I walked away thinking of the big steal of biscuits unthought through by my 10 year old brain as yet.
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
ANNE AND THE TASK.
I stood in line to be weighed in the bathroom of the nursing home Anne crutched herself behind me you haven't got a chance in hell of winning that chocolate bar Kid she said I've seen more meat on a butcher's pencil stuck behind his ear might win I said might fly she said   the kid in front of me got on the green metal scales and the nun moved the weight along the top not you Malcolm she said the kid got off sulkily I got on the scales and the nun moved the weight I looked at her black and white headdress her pinched features not you Benny she said I got off and walked away Anne awkwardly got on the scales holding herself on her one leg the stump of the other hanging there best so far Anne the nun said told you Kid you didn't have a chance guess not I said as she crutched herself along side of me not to worry if I get the choco bar I’ll give you a quarter for being a good friend no other in this **** hole gets a look in we went along to our rooms come in Kid she said I hesitated come in I want to ask you something I stood swaying uncertain what if one of the nuns comes along?   what if I don't give you quarter of the choc bar? she said I followed her in to the girls dorm no one else was there just she and me she closed the door with her backside right Kid I want you to do me a favour favour? I said sensing uncertainty hit my gut yes I want you to sneak along to the kitchen tonight and liberate some biscuits liberate? I said biscuits? yes you know what biscuits are don't you those hard things with cream in the middle or chocolate on one side I know what biscuits are I said but what do you mean liberate? take some from the big tin they have on the shelf in larder take? I said you mean steal? steal take liberate whatever word you want to use Kid what if I get caught? don't get caught but what if I do? Anne sighed sat on the edge of her bed I thought you were someone I could rely on Kid not some cowardly custard yellow belly I looked at her leg stump sticking out the other leg reached to the floor if you're really good I’ll let you touch my stump she said no need I said I'll try tonight sneak down after lights out good Kid she said she took my right hand and lay it on the stump and held it there it felt warm and soft she let my hand go good huh? wish the rest was there she said off you go and don't get caught I nodded and backed out of the room seeing her cover the stump with her dress and smile see you I said you bet she said I walked away thinking of the big steal of biscuits unthought through by my 10 year old brain as yet.
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We are the forgotten ones The ones who can articulate beyond the guns and knifes. We don't need a beat Our word flow through emotionally. We are here to capture and decipher minds Teach them all those things school has left behind How history is only written by the victor How there's more to blacks than Rosa Parks, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr's his..tory. Let's not leave out the truth. Poets stand up, fight for the youth. We share our truth about love Let's share the truth about knowledge Forget the cliches of if life gives you lemons make lemonade. We freed ourselves from the British. Then enslaved Africa and made them forget who they were. Only of Britain would had thought of that first. Let's not sugar coat the past Let's control the present and the future. Poets stand up We are the symphonies of hip hop, rap and r&b; We are the class. We are the Billy Holliday and Marvin Gay of this new era. Like the fitted cap we fit snugg. Poets stand up. **** speaking on unicorns and rainbows The sunny side of the chi. Just last night my Lil man's got shot by the cops. I use to say he was my son Now I plan his funeral with his mom. Poets stand up Bloods, crips, gangsters, thugs re unite as the black panthers. Poets stand up! Poets stand up! As they say ok ok your 15 seconds of fame Is up. No more from you today Mr. Ananymous.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Poets stand up
You couldn't relate to my life if you tried Degenerate pride, in my pride, the family all died I took a trip, slip from the front door Walking to the house of a man with some more Of the poison of my mother, the mater, my pater, the father My brothers and sisters slumped against a wall, injecting It gets harder I'm a martyr But I fall farther Brown brings ardour In the haze of detestable days, bus journey raves To the estates, I'm in a state, I hate fate Try and place blame, struggle to get straight But straight to the point, you're a mate Pass the plate, and the joint I'll do a line, get straight Straight to the point... Where was I? Back in the house, forgot how I got here The emptiness too much to bear I miss my family being here My mother the seer My father drinking beer I close my eyes, open, hope they appear The loneliness of the kitchen feels so queer I pop a few pills and realise its been a year Since I saw them here Fading to black and I awake in a wrack Fiending for some smack, panic attack Light up a pipe, smoke some pale crack Keep me going on this lonesome track So I pack my bag, down a glass of Jack And get back on the beaten path To the corner where I find her, solemn in a slump Hard night's day, I give her cash and we arrange the jump Pump pump, I dump my junk and feeling drunk Walk silently in a grump, she re-adjusts her skirt and returns to her bunk To her lifelong funk before being packed into another John's trunk The streetlights are cruel in the winter night's haze What beautiful days, in a daze, feeling amazed Clasp my hands and I pray, am I crazed or is this mournful delay A year ago today, my love took my family away
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Malcolm's Story: On Memories and Injustice
You couldn't relate to my life if you tried Degenerate pride, in my pride, the family all died I took a trip, slip from the front door Walking to the house of a man with some more Of the poison of my mother, the mater, my pater, the father My brothers and sisters slumped against a wall, injecting It gets harder I'm a martyr But I fall farther Brown brings ardour In the haze of detestable days, bus journey raves To the estates, I'm in a state, I hate fate Try and place blame, struggle to get straight But straight to the point, you're a mate Pass the plate, and the joint I'll do a line, get straight Straight to the point... Where was I? Back in the house, forgot how I got here The emptiness too much to bear I miss my family being here My mother the seer My father drinking beer I close my eyes, open, hope they appear The loneliness of the kitchen feels so queer I pop a few pills and realise its been a year Since I saw them here Fading to black and I awake in a wrack Fiending for some smack, panic attack Light up a pipe, smoke some pale crack Keep me going on this lonesome track So I pack my bag, down a glass of Jack And get back on the beaten path To the corner where I find her, solemn in a slump Hard night's day, I give her cash and we arrange the jump Pump pump, I dump my junk and feeling drunk Walk silently in a grump, she re-adjusts her skirt and returns to her bunk To her lifelong funk before being packed into another John's trunk The streetlights are cruel in the winter night's haze What beautiful days, in a daze, feeling amazed Clasp my hands and I pray, am I crazed or is this mournful delay A year ago today, my love took my family away
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For it is written to grant forgiveness No matter difference or malfeasance To never speak ill of one another Or deny each other our subsistence All men are created equal parchment Holding these truths to be self-evident The oppression of the Kings colony Patriotic revolutionary Migrating minds irrational to sane Reserved safe harbor but to others pain Land of self-righteousness and victory Exceptionalism and destiny Ships billowing with holds of chattel slaves Fractional human beings ordained graves Until brother killed brother for freedom Assassination emancipation Forty acres and a mule recompense Jim Crow separate but equal pretense Lynch mob street justice terrorism rope Vietnam veteran unable to cope James Earl Ray bullet Memphis balcony Bull Connor another dead Kennedy Black power fist raised Mexico City Malcolm X panther Muhammed Ali White supremacy freedom riders dead Mississippi white cross on fire dread Rodney King can’t we just get along plea Is skin color all we will ever see? Should they get over their Mockingbird past Should they burn the city or should they fast? Oh Lord should we turn a cheek in silence Or fight with Kings dream of non-violence?
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Why Do They Act That Way?
The illuminati , a secret society Gain wealth, power and notoriety Sold soul to the devil for promised riches Many well known, his ******* Overtime, accidental glitches Secret is out due to young generation The up and coming population To catch the famous throwing up signs Subliminal message, invades our minds Television, campaigns...there's all kinds The power in the hands, you will never believe Throughout past ages the sickness breeds Many preach peace from the devils dark side Lennon, Dr. King, Malcolm all died Are Gods followers keen to the onset tide? With greed an power the dark one temps the meek Those that turn, are submissive and weak A few famous names in powerful places Obama, kennedys ....won there races Washington, Lincoln....two old faces All above, in this secret society Makes you ponder their priority One famous man that held great power Warned of illuminati ...Dwight D Eisenhower If you hate rap music you should give it a listen Little Wayne, JZ - surprised what your missin The Commander and Chief is given wide berth This society is strong on this earth If you think I'm crazy, which you surely will Google it....Youtube it......you'll get your fill
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Secret Society
Her name was Hannah and I loved her blonde hair Tender young woman on the streets, price was fair Meeting at the corner of Forest Road, he said she'd know where Marvin hooked me up, my training was complete Time to get back on the horse, really find my feet She jumped in my car, I smelt a perfume so sweet She flashed me a smile and wished I was her At this point I didn't know what was to occur To be in this girl's skin is what I would prefer We took a room at the seedy hotel in town Closing the door, I turn around, she sat down She took off my jeans, all she had was a frown I told her I knew her Daddy and he treated me real mean She got up to go, so I struck her face, it came keen Told her I was his slave from the age of eighteen The smirk on her face filled me with manly rage Again she tried to leave, so I truly blew my gauge A swift punch took her down, bruised her rib cage I tore into her **** uniform and took what was mine Begging me to stop but it was already too late to decline I used her body in masculine rage, treated her like swine And when I was done I left her crying on the bed as I left I just took something from her but it didn't feel like theft I got what I wanted so I didn't think of how she was bereft Said to her as I left that if she told Marvin, she would die She lay crying on the bed, so there was no word of reply Quickly left the seedy hotel and look up at the night sky Marvin took my masculinity so I took it out on his girl What do I have to lose, I've got nothing in this world He'll look for me soon, revenge in my mind, time to give it a whirl
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
Malcolm's Story Part III: How Broken Men Cannot Break Free But Instead Break Everything Else
Her name was Hannah and I loved her blonde hair Tender young woman on the streets, price was fair Meeting at the corner of Forest Road, he said she'd know where Marvin hooked me up, my training was complete Time to get back on the horse, really find my feet She jumped in my car, I smelt a perfume so sweet She flashed me a smile and wished I was her At this point I didn't know what was to occur To be in this girl's skin is what I would prefer We took a room at the seedy hotel in town Closing the door, I turn around, she sat down She took off my jeans, all she had was a frown I told her I knew her Daddy and he treated me real mean She got up to go, so I struck her face, it came keen Told her I was his slave from the age of eighteen The smirk on her face filled me with manly rage Again she tried to leave, so I truly blew my gauge A swift punch took her down, bruised her rib cage I tore into her **** uniform and took what was mine Begging me to stop but it was already too late to decline I used her body in masculine rage, treated her like swine And when I was done I left her crying on the bed as I left I just took something from her but it didn't feel like theft I got what I wanted so I didn't think of how she was bereft Said to her as I left that if she told Marvin, she would die She lay crying on the bed, so there was no word of reply Quickly left the seedy hotel and look up at the night sky Marvin took my masculinity so I took it out on his girl What do I have to lose, I've got nothing in this world He'll look for me soon, revenge in my mind, time to give it a whirl
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Custard Tarts A mouthful of sweetness yellow; crust; chewed slowly, savoring and the mind goes back along olfactory pathways etched long ago back to turbulent times of teenage years and custard tarts, with cinnamon sprinkles your Dad brought home for Saturday lunch after working, trying to keep a bankrupt business afloat plugging the holes of ineptitude as the ship sank lower week by week. A sliver was handed out with the coffee devoured by all at the table not much else to remember except the coldness, the distant demeanor a start contrast to the warmth of the pies made with love at the bakers custard tarts, now and then sweet! Malcolm Davidson December 18, 2013
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
Custard Tarts
First things first I gotta paved the hearse I'm digging an early grave hopin' my soul be saved Father tell.me why? You forbid us no one to trust Real friends turn to bustas jealousy keeps me strapped with my four five its only way to survive Will.I stay alive?? And make Heaven or stay in Hell Resurrected in Satan's cell tell me am.I wrong For hangin' with homies on the block Drinkin' Old E to Hennessey slangin' that rocks Stashin' loot in my socks I had no choice to options minimal what else can I do? Since the system is crooked I'm.crooked black Why every crime is related to Blacks When the biggest culprit is America I'm tellin' ya Stay loadin' the magnums put in the air self made billionaire we ballin' climbed our way to top no fallin', Its survival of the fittest from city to city **** nation touchin' the hearts of newborn Leavin' wicked souls torn I was born For this ludicrous I'm crazy the world don't phase me I'm trying to stack gs and grow my imagery In a major way **** what a hater gotta say I'm feelin' like Marley blazin' the blunts gettin' deadly Aim my trigger steady Crack open hearts of the Capitol hill Romanian Babylon you know the deal?? So many buried without tears so many livin' in fear I'm.coming back harder than Malcolm X **** stardom And if I die tonight no one will give a **** Until they cremate me throw my ashes in the sea Publish me and make a buck muthaphuck My enemies that try to keep grips on me I'm worm my free the Prince is back strategize my every move No rules to follow just more slugs to borrow Killin' the systems as moves I got **** to prove Settin' all.my demons trapped in me free Can't help it its the **** n Me
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
**** N Me **** N U
First things first I gotta paved the hearse I'm digging an early grave hopin' my soul be saved Father tell.me why? You forbid us no one to trust Real friends turn to bustas jealousy keeps me strapped with my four five its only way to survive Will.I stay alive?? And make Heaven or stay in Hell Resurrected in Satan's cell tell me am.I wrong For hangin' with homies on the block Drinkin' Old E to Hennessey slangin' that rocks Stashin' loot in my socks I had no choice to options minimal what else can I do? Since the system is crooked I'm.crooked black Why every crime is related to Blacks When the biggest culprit is America I'm tellin' ya Stay loadin' the magnums put in the air self made billionaire we ballin' climbed our way to top no fallin', Its survival of the fittest from city to city **** nation touchin' the hearts of newborn Leavin' wicked souls torn I was born For this ludicrous I'm crazy the world don't phase me I'm trying to stack gs and grow my imagery In a major way **** what a hater gotta say I'm feelin' like Marley blazin' the blunts gettin' deadly Aim my trigger steady Crack open hearts of the Capitol hill Romanian Babylon you know the deal?? So many buried without tears so many livin' in fear I'm.coming back harder than Malcolm X **** stardom And if I die tonight no one will give a **** Until they cremate me throw my ashes in the sea Publish me and make a buck muthaphuck My enemies that try to keep grips on me I'm worm my free the Prince is back strategize my every move No rules to follow just more slugs to borrow Killin' the systems as moves I got **** to prove Settin' all.my demons trapped in me free Can't help it its the **** n Me
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its tha return of tha gangsta thanks to ya too many blacks out here livin' they life in fear families seeing tears problems tier blurry visions make it hard to see clear my dear cant get through the atmosphere feel me it's the return of the gangsta I'd like to thank ya Malcolm for giving me the principles and reaching a few people's opening minds to grinds and you'll find me chilling on the corner puffing marijuana yep I'm a gonna in society outlaw outcast put my thoughts on blast techs is humming cuz I smell war coming armies drumming po folks crying innocent victims dying for no apparent reasons caught in daily treasons which gives me a reasons to put an end to Americas sin but too many folks stuck in a fantAsy called reality in actuality they plotting our burials G troops overseas findings empty caves so the government can make saves war profiteers racketeering gangsters hustlers exposing lies don't be a busta like a Douglass no diamonds in my cutlass couldn't move so I had cut less people out of my circle I'm nerdy as urkel yea my intellect carefully selects what's real from reality I envision myself as well as my enemies in a fatality so battling me I was made for war built off the backs of my ancestors sore yea white house was built by the slaves for white supremacy kind of irony they sayin' my folks was lazy? worked up from Sun up to Sun down I can't believe my folks walking with they heads towards the grounds how bout we get mad and let off gun sounds pound for pound you know they can't hang with us that's why they had to make laws against us scared of rise and corruptions ain't a surprise through the eyes of real people who realize pain ain't a substitution for happiness bliss I guess I was sunkissed by wisdom mouth open hail Mary entered me and told me we all family eyes lit no **** no fit nothing but a glowing brain exemption of fame down goes my name in the book of life made wisdom my wife she took my arm she's my charm as I glance at the souls gunned down on plantations farms gangsta....
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Return of the Gangsta
its tha return of tha gangsta thanks to ya too many blacks out here livin' they life in fear families seeing tears problems tier blurry visions make it hard to see clear my dear cant get through the atmosphere feel me it's the return of the gangsta I'd like to thank ya Malcolm for giving me the principles and reaching a few people's opening minds to grinds and you'll find me chilling on the corner puffing marijuana yep I'm a gonna in society outlaw outcast put my thoughts on blast techs is humming cuz I smell war coming armies drumming po folks crying innocent victims dying for no apparent reasons caught in daily treasons which gives me a reasons to put an end to Americas sin but too many folks stuck in a fantAsy called reality in actuality they plotting our burials G troops overseas findings empty caves so the government can make saves war profiteers racketeering gangsters hustlers exposing lies don't be a busta like a Douglass no diamonds in my cutlass couldn't move so I had cut less people out of my circle I'm nerdy as urkel yea my intellect carefully selects what's real from reality I envision myself as well as my enemies in a fatality so battling me I was made for war built off the backs of my ancestors sore yea white house was built by the slaves for white supremacy kind of irony they sayin' my folks was lazy? worked up from Sun up to Sun down I can't believe my folks walking with they heads towards the grounds how bout we get mad and let off gun sounds pound for pound you know they can't hang with us that's why they had to make laws against us scared of rise and corruptions ain't a surprise through the eyes of real people who realize pain ain't a substitution for happiness bliss I guess I was sunkissed by wisdom mouth open hail Mary entered me and told me we all family eyes lit no **** no fit nothing but a glowing brain exemption of fame down goes my name in the book of life made wisdom my wife she took my arm she's my charm as I glance at the souls gunned down on plantations farms gangsta....
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Dear America, I was built on a loose foundation A table with three legs to sustain the load of a table with four. To make nothing from something but For something to come from nothing you need some thing. The most terrible thing to waste The superlative of Man’s tools What makes us as individuals unique, On the contrary defines us as a social order The mind, The M.I.N.D. My Intelligence Nurtures Divergence Always accepting of the opposition, A bloodthirsty cheetah digging its fangs deep into the flesh of a wildebeest, my mind feeds off of their ideals, Further amplifying my intellectual power. Expansion within the human intellect, builds on experiences of failures and success Be afraid of failure, but unafraid to learn from defeat The world is a frigid place, and even colder when you squander your most valuable weapon. “A weapon? What beats an M16, double barrel shotgun, 9mm, Smith and Wesson, or Desert Eagle.” Young blood, the divine power is in your head Gandhi, Malcolm X, Socrates Gone too soon due to minds considered Weapons of Mass Destruction, Weapons of Mass Enlightenment to others Since 1992 I’ve embarked on a journey A journey to educate myself A journey to realize the man I want to be A journey to reach my full potential Universally familiar words of my grandmother “You can do whatever you put your mind too” The future poses as an unknown force, But within me fear is absent as my MIND is fully equipped for the ongoing battle of life. I was built on a loose foundation Tupac Shakur, John D Rockefeller, Oprah Winfrey, Chris Gardner, Christopher Wallace, Richard Branson, Steve Jobs, Walt Disney, Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Henry Ford, Bill Gates. Expected to come from nothing to something but had that one thing to become something Utilize your strengths and bury your weaknesses For with a strong mind the word weak is without purpose
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 12:05 PM UTC
The Letter
Dear America, I was built on a loose foundation A table with three legs to sustain the load of a table with four. To make nothing from something but For something to come from nothing you need some thing. The most terrible thing to waste The superlative of Man’s tools What makes us as individuals unique, On the contrary defines us as a social order The mind, The M.I.N.D. My Intelligence Nurtures Divergence Always accepting of the opposition, A bloodthirsty cheetah digging its fangs deep into the flesh of a wildebeest, my mind feeds off of their ideals, Further amplifying my intellectual power. Expansion within the human intellect, builds on experiences of failures and success Be afraid of failure, but unafraid to learn from defeat The world is a frigid place, and even colder when you squander your most valuable weapon. “A weapon? What beats an M16, double barrel shotgun, 9mm, Smith and Wesson, or Desert Eagle.” Young blood, the divine power is in your head Gandhi, Malcolm X, Socrates Gone too soon due to minds considered Weapons of Mass Destruction, Weapons of Mass Enlightenment to others Since 1992 I’ve embarked on a journey A journey to educate myself A journey to realize the man I want to be A journey to reach my full potential Universally familiar words of my grandmother “You can do whatever you put your mind too” The future poses as an unknown force, But within me fear is absent as my MIND is fully equipped for the ongoing battle of life. I was built on a loose foundation Tupac Shakur, John D Rockefeller, Oprah Winfrey, Chris Gardner, Christopher Wallace, Richard Branson, Steve Jobs, Walt Disney, Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Henry Ford, Bill Gates. Expected to come from nothing to something but had that one thing to become something Utilize your strengths and bury your weaknesses For with a strong mind the word weak is without purpose
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Children, gather round Your second parent calls A simple box Wooden and metal A face of glass Adorned with two knobs Take your seats And take off your shoes--naughty! Elbows off the table Legs crossed, hands clasped Black and white Levittown Like your mary janes and stockings Your president birthed And mourned Mother’s in the kitchen The window outside your little world Is black and red but not white Malcolm X, and all the rest Standing up for their territory Little girl, the country’s changing Pick your daisy We’re not crazy The bombs come closer every day Haven’t you seen Castro And our fiascos by the bay? Great Society Social Security Aid for the old and poor Dinner’s ready Mother’s specialty Credibility on a plate Crudely disguised Plastic, fantastic, and uniform Yet your mind is so hungry That you eat it all the same And give it no thought The window’s widening Its light reflected On that glowing omniscient face Color! Color! Bright and vivid Dancing at your fingertips Brother’s gone off to Nam Off with your skirts, your stockings, Your mary janes, And that awful ribbon in your hair Burning dope The rainbow bathes you In its splendid glory The birds in the sky Like rolling thunder Hawks tearing at the doves ****** falling to the trees Agent Orange Fire, death, destruction Where’s your meal now? Johnson stumbled, Faith has crumbled And so have the foundations Of your enclosed walls Bobby’s groovy-- No--he’s gone And King’s dream Escaped with his last breath White rabbit, Gentle rabbit Sing your peace The country’s ablaze At home and away Stand your ground Chicago, Ohio Each one’s a battlefield Time for dessert-- Licking lollipops LSD Clear your plates For a second course
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
TV Dinner
Children, gather round Your second parent calls A simple box Wooden and metal A face of glass Adorned with two knobs Take your seats And take off your shoes--naughty! Elbows off the table Legs crossed, hands clasped Black and white Levittown Like your mary janes and stockings Your president birthed And mourned Mother’s in the kitchen The window outside your little world Is black and red but not white Malcolm X, and all the rest Standing up for their territory Little girl, the country’s changing Pick your daisy We’re not crazy The bombs come closer every day Haven’t you seen Castro And our fiascos by the bay? Great Society Social Security Aid for the old and poor Dinner’s ready Mother’s specialty Credibility on a plate Crudely disguised Plastic, fantastic, and uniform Yet your mind is so hungry That you eat it all the same And give it no thought The window’s widening Its light reflected On that glowing omniscient face Color! Color! Bright and vivid Dancing at your fingertips Brother’s gone off to Nam Off with your skirts, your stockings, Your mary janes, And that awful ribbon in your hair Burning dope The rainbow bathes you In its splendid glory The birds in the sky Like rolling thunder Hawks tearing at the doves ****** falling to the trees Agent Orange Fire, death, destruction Where’s your meal now? Johnson stumbled, Faith has crumbled And so have the foundations Of your enclosed walls Bobby’s groovy-- No--he’s gone And King’s dream Escaped with his last breath White rabbit, Gentle rabbit Sing your peace The country’s ablaze At home and away Stand your ground Chicago, Ohio Each one’s a battlefield Time for dessert-- Licking lollipops LSD Clear your plates For a second course
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welcome to houston texas we roll swangas n swishers we might hit cha with the torch if ya dont know where ya stand in the ghetto we never let go of painful memories we got brothers get shot by cops to brothers getting got by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own phone home soon to be at the crossroads knockin at thugs mansion door got **** how did i get smoked i thought i was backed by my locs now im sittin with malcolm and martin n garvey enjoying a smoke wish i could reach deep into the pains of black folks brain and let em know we used to be kings n queens but **** dont flipped once they change the color of the script but ***** i peep game since i was embryo last of a dying breed corrupt seed we can changr indeed we just gotta change waht our minds feed but we too intrigue from the worlds scent a ghetto ih now that've got your intention lets form a syndication reform strategize black nation we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin nothing but flawless beats smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet or better yet the bayou classic listenin to magic 1 0 2 point one everybody having fun without the use of a gun buts ther3s always one that wanna start **** got his wig split now take a picture for yo casket wish times wasnt so hard but im always on the guard sneaky *** white supremacy pushin gay antics miss with that semantic yall aint slick so let me hit ya with some of the realist rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im tired of this ****** poor livin everyday sinning no winning stuck at a permenant loss but somehow my soul still grows even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
The World is a Ghetto
welcome to houston texas we roll swangas n swishers we might hit cha with the torch if ya dont know where ya stand in the ghetto we never let go of painful memories we got brothers get shot by cops to brothers getting got by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own phone home soon to be at the crossroads knockin at thugs mansion door got **** how did i get smoked i thought i was backed by my locs now im sittin with malcolm and martin n garvey enjoying a smoke wish i could reach deep into the pains of black folks brain and let em know we used to be kings n queens but **** dont flipped once they change the color of the script but ***** i peep game since i was embryo last of a dying breed corrupt seed we can changr indeed we just gotta change waht our minds feed but we too intrigue from the worlds scent a ghetto ih now that've got your intention lets form a syndication reform strategize black nation we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin nothing but flawless beats smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet or better yet the bayou classic listenin to magic 1 0 2 point one everybody having fun without the use of a gun buts ther3s always one that wanna start **** got his wig split now take a picture for yo casket wish times wasnt so hard but im always on the guard sneaky *** white supremacy pushin gay antics miss with that semantic yall aint slick so let me hit ya with some of the realist rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im tired of this ****** poor livin everyday sinning no winning stuck at a permenant loss but somehow my soul still grows even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
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If Stephen King was black Obama would not be president Segregation would exist all over again OJ would have gotten guilty without a trial Except the black part would be technologically advanced cars that navigate themselves Sonic energy distribution portable wings the Rockateer would also therefore be black Disney Land would be scary and real Darwin would have been black Go go Gadget’s engineer would be black Malcolm X would have been mixed race Carl Sagan ran the blackest gang in Oakland If Stephen King was black Therefore Stephen Hawkings is black too Einstein invented Compton in ten minutes On a coffee break The bees Einstein was referring to are the African Killa bees And Einstein was the father of Wu tang Stephen Hawkings hangs out with Mike Tyson and Alicia Keys The Black Panthers like every other morning in the blackest house Washington DC Made me eggs benedict with fresh eggs and ham Dr Seuss is therefore black by association Aunt Jemima would run the FDA and tap maples trees in the Berkshires But she is white now America would turn a blind eye and play more volley ball and in us God would trust
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
If Stephen King was black...
Dear Mama, Is life worth living or should I blast myself? I'm always searching for those better days knowing that peace on earth will come. In Thugs Mansion. Where I can sip champagne while I listen to Billy Holliday sing and sit there kickin it with Malcolm till the day came. Should I ride on my enemies? Become one of Amerikas most wanted? Or should I remember that the road is hard so I'll never give up? And time don't stop, always going by. So I'll puff on mine, hoping that it will get me high. Smile for me. Won't you smile for me now? It ain't easy being a changed man so when it feels like all eyez on me. I just remember that heaven ain't hard to find.
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
My Depression is Tupac Shakur
*Lay down on your pillow and turn the lights down low, Close your eyes and enter dreams. Let me take you to the garden where passion flowers grow.* **Let me kiss your mind With splendor and passion Ravage your thoughts with Past, Present and Future actions.** *Love will not break your heart but, dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair... Let me take you there.* **In this garden you're the main attraction I have the hose that waters your growth. The ***** that digs to your soul. As you envelope you roots in this garden of my affection. We blossom from our enclosure Spreading bliss Like pesticides in this garden, You're my obsession.** *If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives. I want to feel as free as the flowers.* **Immerse yourself in fields of blooms Cherry blossoms Tulips and Patunias, too. Passion flowers are our main attraction Trapped in their periodic frame. We savor the peace they bring. Hours of bliss Turn to notions of a moment's gist. For passion flowers bloom in the twilit hours.** *Touch the tender petals of the flower as she grows a tentative endeavour, as your feelings overflow.* **Touch your soul In places it's never felt Mending wounds That never seem to shut The Gardner to your soul Here to nurse you back to perfect health.**
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Passion Flower. By: Malcolm Starling & Falen Acon
What steps he took, after losing his edge Cocky **** running wild in days, never slept Took drugs, took women, took men Never slept again What cliffs she admired, after seeing the edge Tormented in fuzzy daydream childhood afternoons She came down and stayed for days An obsession with time to the point of stasis I think I'm losing my edge He thinks he's dead again She lost the bed again A faceless man was sat on a bench by the seafront Hood high, said goodbye Told me his missed the old style, wants more Told him I was tired and this is whorish What vines are these, that bound my ankles and I was screaming into vacuums, grand clocks, strange houses Safe houses that become embers Magic men, shaman, shaggy hair, danced there To use words in multiple places, placing clues A whole story, absolute, read it backwards, forewords iTunes shuffle function, on the poetry of the soul (if it exists) But he lost his edge again Yes he went to Africa, saw the face of God and the Devil, unification Iboga, uneasy stomach, vomited and killed them all Watched the world burn, and children dance Bluebell Lucy on arrival, back home Taunted the skies, saved the proletariat Grew wild roots and sang, some seraph Admittedly not an architect, or a poet or ********** How many people have made these allusions Sold drugs, killed men, ran home, all there, ghost of government Hedgerows grew wild, were noticed and cut down Still praise beatitude, Ginsberg, love-made, Kerouac, still plays She was Hannah and she was Malcolm, also Marvin He was them too, all the same, transcendental self-infatuation Peach trees, coloured blinds, ashy scattered floorboards Burnt home, music playing, popular culture All free-form even with formality A stream of conscious way of life Outlook unsure He thought he lost his edge Turns out s/he never had it
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
Mezzo Exterior Austerity
What steps he took, after losing his edge Cocky **** running wild in days, never slept Took drugs, took women, took men Never slept again What cliffs she admired, after seeing the edge Tormented in fuzzy daydream childhood afternoons She came down and stayed for days An obsession with time to the point of stasis I think I'm losing my edge He thinks he's dead again She lost the bed again A faceless man was sat on a bench by the seafront Hood high, said goodbye Told me his missed the old style, wants more Told him I was tired and this is whorish What vines are these, that bound my ankles and I was screaming into vacuums, grand clocks, strange houses Safe houses that become embers Magic men, shaman, shaggy hair, danced there To use words in multiple places, placing clues A whole story, absolute, read it backwards, forewords iTunes shuffle function, on the poetry of the soul (if it exists) But he lost his edge again Yes he went to Africa, saw the face of God and the Devil, unification Iboga, uneasy stomach, vomited and killed them all Watched the world burn, and children dance Bluebell Lucy on arrival, back home Taunted the skies, saved the proletariat Grew wild roots and sang, some seraph Admittedly not an architect, or a poet or ********** How many people have made these allusions Sold drugs, killed men, ran home, all there, ghost of government Hedgerows grew wild, were noticed and cut down Still praise beatitude, Ginsberg, love-made, Kerouac, still plays She was Hannah and she was Malcolm, also Marvin He was them too, all the same, transcendental self-infatuation Peach trees, coloured blinds, ashy scattered floorboards Burnt home, music playing, popular culture All free-form even with formality A stream of conscious way of life Outlook unsure He thought he lost his edge Turns out s/he never had it
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A Little Can-Do Attitude