FAKE ASS REVOLUTIONARIES.

In Florida.. on a cold and rainy night.
A young Black Man lost his life.


And We yelled..


That ain't right.. That ain't right.


And to show.. this murder wasn't no good..


We wore our Hoods. We took pictures..in our Hoods.  We...posed...in our Hoods.


And we Marched. And we protested....


We wanted this murderer..arrested.


Then...out the shadows..someone had a solution.


ITS TIME.. FOR THE ...


REVOLUTION.


Oh yeah.. We gonna take a Stand.


We tired of the Injustices perpetrated on the BLACK MAN.


We tired of this...BULLLLL..SHIT.


And WE gonna FIGHT...until WE..Git...


Just..Us.


Wellll.. I've been standing on the Front Line.


And the only face I see... is Mine.


Where are those folks who posed in their Hoods???


Tellin folks what they shouldn't or Should...


Do?


Where are the Soldiers in this New Revolutionary Army?


Cause when I go to the Headquarters...


Its...just Me.


Waiting.  Waiting. Waiting.


But all I hear...


Is Silence...


But.. The Black Man is still a victim of Hatred and Violence.


Fake ass Revolutionaries.. with your Fake ass speeches.


Talking bout being on the Playing field..


but always in the Bleachers.


None of em gonna eva do shit..


Before you remember...


you already forget...


About the REVOLUTION.


And there will never be a solution...


Half you mutha fuckas too high to fight.


so... lets give up on this revolutionary shit..


Aiiight??


Its over.. so go back to your smokin and drinkin..


go back to your "comfortable" thinking.


That is.. till the next Outrage..


when all you fake ass Revolutionaries..


come out your Monkey ass Cages.


E.c. 20120613

THE POETRY HOE

This thing called poetry..


It..haunts Me.


As I lay in the bed..


Words swirling around in My head.


Sometimes it too much to handle.


My life.. so dark..


Poetry... My candle.


All around My house.. you'll find pages and pages.


Poems that will outlast... the ages


Even as I write this..I'm thinking of the next.


Always trying to do better than My best.


I even have a poem ready for when I meet GOD.


After I spit My flow..


He's gonna give Me that "I feel you" nod.


Poetry is like a disease..


I create a paragraph with just one sneeze.


But all these words falling in My Brain...


Like huge drops of rain...


And if I can't express Myself...


I'll go quietly insane.


But I keep on writing cause..that's all I know.


Poetry is My Pimp.


and I'm...


its Hoe.


E.c. 201209 05

FOUNDATION CRACKED

Maybe its my 6' 5” frame. Or the meaning of My name. Maybe its cause I've hidden feelings way too long. But I'm not that strong.

I'm not... that strong.

Maybe its because I always smile. Or..because I'll go that extra mile.  Maybe its because I try to stay positive..and avoid being negative.

Maybe its because I continue to give and give.

People seem to think I'm a rock..but they are so wrong..

I'm not that strong.  

I'm not that strong.

I get wet when it rains.

When I'm done wrong.. I feel great pain.

And if you look past the gleam in My eyes.. You see... My Soul cry.

Cause I'm not that strong.

I'm not.. that strong.

Maybe its because My lips stay silent.

They don't speak of My torment.

In silence I live.

Love and support.. I constantly give.

And instead of treating Me right...

this world... seems to treat Me wrong.

So I stand at the top of the Mountain and Proclaim..

I'm not that strong...

I

am

not

that

strong.

E.c. 201201 05

HIGH YELLA CRACK

4 in da mornin and I'm sittin in My car.


Wonderin.. where you are.


Hands shakin... vision blurry.


I need that fix... and in a Hurry.


Tappin on your window...


I got this watch to sell.


For just one touch.


For...just a lil smell..


Of that sexy yella thang.


that... sweet wet... poon..tang.


Walking in the darkness..


eyes wide as fuck..


If I could just kiss those lips...


give them nipples a suck.


Knockin at her door...but she won't answer.


I'm feeling sick.. this desire is like a cancer.


I try to stop... but I always come back...


to that sweet addictive...


High Yella Crack.


I just need to take My finger and dip...


get that sweet yella juice...on My finger tip.


Then rub it ... on My lips..


I got less than two dollars in the fuckin bank.


Haven't taken a  shower... My ass is startin to stank.


I need rehab...


cause self control???... is something I lack.


cause I'm addicted to...


that


High yella crack.


E.c. 20122*04

THE WRITING ON THE WALL (A Revolutionary Joint)

The writing has been on the Wall...
but We didn't read it.


Its like.. We didn't want to see it.


Now...all the sudden.. this world is fucked up?


All you had to do...


was Look up.


Cause.. the writing has always been on the Wall.


No one answered... when We made the call..


To pull up ya pants...and be a Man.


But all the warnings were like they were written in the Sand.


All washed away.


And now.. we are in the final act..
of a tragic play.


The Writing has been on the wall.


We can't say it wasn't there.


We just went on with our lives


like we didn't care.


Suddenly now..its a issue.


Watery eyes


boxes of tissue.


Now its time to teach our children the facts.


Time to wake up..


Time...to act.


Racism is alive and We...are the prey.


And if we DON'T READ THE WRITING ON THE WALL


It will always be...the way it is...


Today.


WAKE UP.


LOOK UP.


The writing...is on the Wall.


E.c. 20120325

ILLUSION OF THE BLACK-NESS

We still think our Skin...
will get us in..
That exclusive club of Races
But there's no membership card
for the Black faces.


Instead of coming together and finding a Solution..


We drifted off into an ... Illusion.


We've become relaxed.
Like its all good
Cause Men aren't riding horses
wearing White hoods.


The Hoods are still there..just locked away.
We still the same Coon today...
as we were
Yesterday.


But we are in an Illusion.
That we are just like them


And no matter how Many times We score..
We are NOT..going to Win.


Cause...we have...Black Skin.


Ready for the Revolution???


Another... Illusion.


How can you fight with your pants below your ass???


If the Revolution began today...you know how long it would last??


Less than a Day..


The Black Race would be wiped away..


And not even a History book would mention Us.


Cause we thought we became their equal when we began to sit in the front of the Bus??


Its all... an Illusion.


And We refuse to see..


We can stand at "that" Door all day...


But We will never...


Get a Key.


Be...cause...


They will forever see US as the "Suspect".


Which means we will never earn "their" 
respect.


That's why our Neighborhoods suffer from
neglect.


And that application you just put in...


will get stamped... "reject".


And we still think things are ok?


Its all...an Illusion.


and I hope we Wake the Fuck Up!!


one Day.


E.c. 20120321

THAT THING I DO (LUSTFUL CONTENT)

As I lay here in the aftermath of some deep penetration.  


Things I just did.. were beyond My wildest imagination.


As erect penis broke thru flesh and pierced the Mind...


Ohhh...that feeling was so sublime.


As We lost touch with Space and...Time.


Bodies shiny from Lustful Sweat..


Positions and secretions... so memorable, I'll never forget...


nor will I regret..


How I took it sooo deep...


As I type this...


She's...laying here alseep..


Smile on Lips...


My hand print.. on Hips..


Cause I penetrated her Soul...


Giving her the most memorable Fuck...


was My goal.


And I did what I "came" to do..


Now I'm waiting for her to wake up...


cause... I...ain't...thru.


E.c. 201203018