Thug Life Robbery Dreams

He see his shadow while he's walking
It's like it's stalking him
like the spirit of death hovering
over him like a drone

He got on the phone call is boy Roane
got the Ruger 22 ready to roam
Invasion of thoughts brought them into
a home thought the drug dealer was alone

They ran into the room and heard a boom
through the door
he thought he only wanted to scare him but
heard the body hit the floor

Left the house empty handed and left the scene
as the tires screamed.
Video camera caught him leaving the scene.

18 years old charged with third degree murder all due to
Thug Life Robbery Dreams.

#TrueStory

Flash Back

Flash Back to

1993

Police on the Scene

Actions go out like a laser beam

Stun gun shocks black man

Black Jacks cracks him as he raises his hand

81 hits in 56 seconds

1993 Riot should have taught them a lesson

Flash Back

Reginald Denny

Kicked and beaten

City anger heating

Police spectating

Fire men waiting

As the city burns

Flash Back

Donte Dawson sits in his car

Surrounded by police

As he appears to be sleep

A cop finger just squeeze (the trigger)

Bullets blaze through the summer breeze

Tearing through his chest

Laying another brother to rest

Flash Black

2009 Oscar Grant slain on a Oakland platform

as the new year came in

a cop couldn’t tell the difference if he held a taser or a gun

As Oscar laid face down

Not resisting or about to run

As a bullet ricochet through his body

Ridding his body of its oxygen

Leaving us to Riot once again

But not for the last time

As we become victims of a timeless crime

While cops see no time

Having us to Flash Back

Once again

And Riot !!!

Just Write

Write a story
A vision
A poem
Write a visionary poem
A poem that plays
In minds like a movie
A feature presentation
Write your story
Your pain
Your victories
Write about painful victories
That helped you over come
Your under performances
That you wish you could do over
Write your beginning
How it all began
Write your ending before it all ends
Without leaving out the middle
Where all the good stuff lives

Just Write

Requiem for Ye. The absent of thought

Talking about Freedom When Freedom wasn’t Free

Didn’t look like me, didn’t look like me

Slavery is a choice?

What the hell Kanye?

Free thinkers propelled us to greatness out of slavery, out of civil rights

We fought, died, we hung from trees, and were killed in the streets.

Do away with the 13^th Amendment?

Will that set us free?

Would it have saved the Freedom riders who were slain in Mississippi?

Would it have saved the assassination of Malcolm, Martin, or Fred Hampton?

We are still suffering from the history of convict leasing in the south today.

Are you aware of our history, due you know our misery Kanye?

This is not a reality show!

We don’t know if you are stuck in a sunken place but we understand that you are

Void of today’s reality.

You seem to be stuck in a vortex of creating infinite relevancy

You do not have the influence of a Walt Disney, Andy Warhol, or a John Lennon

You are a fortunate human being who have the ability to influence yet your choice is

To give us versions of delusional thoughts.

Believing a Maga hat would set you free and you are now the Harriet Tubman of the

21 Century, year of the new slave.

Thoughts can create enslavement if you are not grounded in reality. Some call you a genius others

Call you crazy but what most import is how you identify yourself.

Which are you?

Amongst the stars your light is dimming and you feel it like your arc reactor is dying

So you grab onto stars that are brighter in hopes of a sparking your reactor but you know it’s not working

Kanye.

Your spirit is evaporating like steam rising into the atmosphere, soon we will not see you.

You’re dying Kanye trying to hang on to any ember of light.