A Candid Critic

Wrong turns and dark corners

hurtful words 

parallel worlds

This builds my persona 

My aggression was built, based upon life many lessons

all summed up to experiences 

Progression;

will always move, right? 

well in the right direction

The affliction in any position 

AND I MEAN IN ANY POSITION

professes the strain 

that I can never 

NEVER

allow you to notice 

the reign it has 

behind my eyes 

And I bear the pain 

knowing that business only guarantee temporary relations 

That's what situations teach.

There is no room for emotion.  

So why am I emotional about this?

Prayer I

Lord give me a sign

Show me a light 

Give me some height

So I can rise through my demise 

Teach me the way 

Give me directions 

So next time I won't stray,

Please forgive me this day,

and let be yesterday news - tomorrow.

My soul isn't empty; it is filled with sorrow

I have experienced defeat

Now I am on my knees,

begging you to have pity on me...the weak.

These words are my tears...

ink filled

....and this page is my face.

I confess my sins to you 

Asking that you have mercy,

that you help me,

rescue me,

please.

In your name I pray 

Amen

Matthew 7:7  ”Ask, and it will be given to you seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you"

Countered

Homicidal antics run rampant in the streets 

Suicidal thoughts run wild in me 

The thievery doesn't only happen to individuals of the neighborhood 

it happens to the community

We've been robbed of our ethics and morals 

and our unity 

Poverty is the only tenant that isn't evicted 

but everyday it puts people out on the streets 

My pockets seen more lent than any forty day fast 

for all the religious beings reading 

Catholicism can kiss my ass

religion has weakened a nation built on a belief that has formally strengthened 

we read but...

to try to educate and and not be educated ourselves??

No, Thank You

This is Crackers News 

Where we have crews of crackers 

cruising around trying to find out the location of the Next nigga bashment

This is where niggas who are suspects are shot on the spot for have a thick wallet and cell phones in their pockets while slowing reaching for it yelling out "we innocent"

"we aint got shit"

Well that's one nigga down 

Now here's the sub story: 

One kid who's 6'6 with large lips and a skin complexion that's darker than shit was taken down for rape Though released on mistaken identity,

it didn't matter cause shortly after he was a victim of false evade

around the corner of the Precinct

some hooligans gave chase after robbing the aci man 

and that man decided that he wasn't going go through the conditions that he did in Iran 

hopping over a counter with a six gauge in hand 

that 6'6 kid lay with large lips that was darker than shit lay flat on his back

Live action like this just got the camera man an advance because his boss is a white man

And to expand on more cracker news the weather is 96 degrees of more deadly shooting an droping to a low of 80 thefts at night so white people if you have to go out make sure you got some protection I'm sure a knife would suffice 

Back to you in the studio but before we go a word of advice to the crackers out there 

The Nigga news is back in town

Black and Gold

I'm grown;

Now imagine what I'm going to see

I have to do it for my future,

my success will fuel my son's dreams.

Teach him success isn't colorblind

His drive will have to be as twice as mine.

Black man, held down from birth. Damn.

Assata shot a pig so we can all go H.A.M.

Our history, rich and similar to that of Mansa Musa's

That's why I rhyme, hard at this flow;

I gots to be nasty...

Everyone claims to be a poet
until it comes to poetry.

I'm a writer....

I won't limit myself

I raised my fill line the farthest

I see further than myself;

I live further than my words;

I see further than any politicians policy;

I see the police grip tighter to their guns

steadying the peace. [HA]

I see an uprising coming by the next sun
The next son.

To walk with Malcolm in Martian's dream, I think

Black and Gold;

Our Skin and our blood

Black and Gold
Our Pride and our Soul

Black and Gold 

We the Alpha

We the Alpha

We the Alpha

It Burns!

Kissed my nieces and told them I love them,

Had me wondering what love really means.

Is it the feeling of responsibility

that lets you know you can always count on me?

or is it the caress of the flesh that makes you feel wanted and blessed.

Love either way is sacred and divine;

something that shines through dark all the time.

Marriage, family, friends and love can still be shared

because the light never ends.