there will always be the need for one more poem 2 describe how i feel

catch the word before it changes its clothes

and transforms into a new set

i must create new words 2 equal my pain

i tried 2 close the book

but my poems become like the world’s sins and they sit down in filth and multiply surround me, cause me 2 question my words

one poem asked, “why are you so in love with pain?” i answered, “pain is someone i have known

since i was conceived,

my mother’s pain grew in me and became strong,

i must write what i know”

a deep long dark poem asked me, “why don’t you conceal your pain and make your people smile?” the child is scared of the truth when it plays with the wrong side the truth must be spoken

even when it takes on a ugly form

it is simply the job of the artist to strangle the question until it bleeds the answer

my poems think 4 themselves and ask a final question, “will we be made 2 smile one day?”

i answer,

“when the world becomes like poetry naked and pure

when we look into our hearts

and discuss our fears like children, then you will smile”

my poems understand

and go into the world to find a sad soul 2 read them and question the world.

All I ask

Do u know Maat

Truth 

Justice 

Righteousness 

Order

Balance 

Reciprocity 

Harmony

Completion

there will always be the need for one more poem 2 describe how i feel

catch the word before it changes its clothes

and transforms into a new set

i must create new words 2 equal my pain

i tried 2 close the book

but my poems become like the world’s sins and they sit down in filth and multiply surround me, cause me 2 question my words

one poem asked, “why are you so in love with pain?” i answered, “pain is someone i have known

since i was conceived,

my mother’s pain grew in me and became strong,

i must write what i know”

a deep long dark poem asked me, “why don’t you conceal your pain and make your people smile?” the child is scared of the truth when it plays with the wrong side the truth must be spoken

even when it takes on a ugly form

it is simply the job of the artist to strangle the question until it bleeds the answer

my poems think 4 themselves and ask a final question, “will we be made 2 smile one day?”

i answer,

“when the world becomes like poetry naked and pure

when we look into our hearts

and discuss our fears like children, then you will smile”

my poems understand

and go into the world to find a sad soul 2 read them and question the world.

 Dead On Arrival

Shit

what do you care if a nigger dies reflections of me die everyday dead before

meant to

21 death day

i rot inside my mama’s womb

smell the flesh of botched abortions where my brother and sister died

i’m the 3rd this year

to sit on this cold floor in my mama’s house the cradle of civilization

dead souls tell me

only long beeps were heard

after they took their first breaths

eyes so small

never opened

but could feel young crackers smile

at the chance to cut open little Afrikans and discover ways to kill them faster

my mommy smokes crack

if she didn’t kill me

your son would over a chain the pig cop over his manhood she smokes because of pain

i smoke because i live thru her breaths

and all she inhales is the cracker’s genocide

i heard screams from two brothers on the outside cursed my moms

told her the corner stopped hiring

they have heart

but their man was blown away the night before so courage fired them

but poverty paid them off the books

so drug kingpin protects his

and warns twice

but catches them on the third go around

and lays there

the remains on Malcolm x blvd

so all would understand

you have to pay takes

you have 2 pay your dues 2 be the boss

and they came up short

so now i know big brothers won’t toss me around break up fights when i call for help

because they gone where i just came from

i kick and scream for the white rocks

she feeds me every half hour

but mama changed the formula without telling me it’s a little stronger

take small sips

or o.d. and flush down the toilet will be my fate

i’m so small i could slip no one would know

i look out windows

and see ugly do or die

where we do what we’re told and work 2 be poor i go crazy wondering if my skin is light or dark only touching hair knowing it’s not good

because my mama cried about hers many nights i know i will make you cry 2, mama

because i know i’m ugly

although no mirrors hang in this dark cell

i come from a father who hustled

and sold

and fucked over some bigger nigger’s money so caps were pulled

daddy was left capless

daddy changed mama into a beggar begging from 2 to 5 on F trains stomach big

but crumbs still given

as the smell makes some dumb bitch cover her mouth like the fucking handkerchief

is going 2 make my poverty disappear

dumb bitch

my mama’s hungry

and u gave her a fucking quarter

five 2 eight we sleep

in front car

or lay with conductor

after 8 we have 2 run from men

who love dirty pussy without asking

so eyes remain open as we run the streets looking for money 2 shoot up

last month’s rent was smoked away

she 6 months

but i feel like coming 3 months early 2 help her poor black woman ain’t pro-choice

no choice if no funds

and now heroin fills my mind

as a trick pounds into pussy 2 sad 2 get wet so dry and tight as he moans

i see what most black men call manhood looks dirty, dried-up tool

worthless against crackers

that rule with brains and guns

so i drink semen

because mama’s 2 numb 2 tell him 2 pull out

mama, i hope he pays u because i need a pull

i can’t sleep

and the room has no food left and it’s cold

mama, i hope he pays you so we can eat good, mama

paid loot

give loot

find corner

underground railroad

shit, mama

don’t cry

i’ll find a dark vein and push it 2 the surface just feed me

stick it in

i can

we can sleep now

3 months became 2 weeks

i will see this world that killed 2 brothers like t

Poverty

Poverty is a drunken word

that stands in the middle of your mind

dodging suicide with a pint of Bacardi in his hand

Poverty hurts

and he loves to open windows

and let u smell your neighbor’s food and kicks u until your stomach growls

Pain

Pain is a bitch that flirts with love

and grabs it and beats it and rapes it

‘til love cries and changes into a ho pimped by pain it can change into any love in your heart

and break it and destroy it

Words hurt

as sticks turn into blood that pours after the first blow blood and stones is how u escape the ghetto slingshots that can fire four stones per second

bring down goliath

make you the new head nigger in the ghetto

Blood

Blood and Stone

Sticks and stones

may break ya bones

but on the blvd words will kill ya

Everyday it pours

wounds are created at birth

when my mother praised a white Jesus

scars reopened in kindergarten as i took my freedom cut out innocent pilgrims and pasted them

against my conniving devious ancestors my valentine poured blood all over my clothing and ran down the street like a stream behind me as a fat white cracker aimed for the rest of

the love in my heart

i had to plan an escape as i grew

and big niggers were the books where i wanted my name so i tried to draw from their minds

an image that would be worth reading

Niggers looked at my pictures and turned the index and quoted my pain

realized i was an explanation in their dictionary wrote me down for their answer

Ran a little coke

down the hard concrete

that had little piss streams

that adapted like in war

changed into every bad thing in the community

My mouth was smart

my mind was a follower

my ears were the fools that listened as i grew in size

i outgrew coke

2 heroin

i required my first stone

and felt like a virgin on her first night first only touches

and as i became a little relaxed

i played with the trigger

and just held my hand there

and let her bust off

i came grown

and told my peers who let me do short runs to stay little brother

i’m leaving

and as they looked up and had love for the nigger they had built, i smiled

saw respect stand there and smiled and vowed she would never leave me

i broke the earth in winter

saw that

in order to build my new empire i had to shovel in the cold

i had a sergeant-at-arms who inherited Shaka’s rage Harriet’s intelligence

and we stood there

came, saw and conquered

Now the first battle was won

as refugees from previous ghetto wars came

and begged for rock as i rolled in their dimes and quarters anything they could find

By the time summer came, i grew in gold status

as my elders on the blvd now became my peers and i became the new pawn in a white man’s game

laid on my Benz

and watched the sisters who were trained by hip hop to bark like bitches

Blood and stones i poured all over the blvd

‘til dead souls spat on me in my sleep

and little boys and girls prayed at night for my death

Another night, same creeps, same salesmen Crack head, “I only got...”

“Bitch, don’t run that ‘only got’ shit on me, smoke ya ‘only got’

then bring me my motherfucking money”

And as i preached the scheme team formed

and wrote a script and had my part acted out

i watched my options in slow mo

as they tried to fast forward

i saw me running away and pussy burning my empire i saw me stand

the devil unplugged my vision

and yelled for everyone to take their places

Took a deep swallow,

saw the cavalry coming bmw drive-by speed my heart was in place

my mind knew no mistakes

black America

do you kill me

or do you teach me? 

do you love me

or push me away?

whatever the cost

i will never go away

but multiply and creep into your children’s minds 

grow like the boogie man

become realities

subtract the living

pour brews for the dead

divide families

as gangs set up retaliations

2 continue towards armageddon

as mothers weep

curse my name 

as papa drinks

tries 2 remember what he taught

and what he never will

brother 2 sister

, try 2 fill in the spaces

of the missing link

babies ask, “where he gone?

when he coming back?

where my daddy?

why mama crying?

why everyone crying?”

it’s Christmas and jesus was resurrected and your father’s dead

we do it like

delilah 2 samson

jacob 2 esau

cain 2 abel

judas 2 jesus

sold him for 30 pieces of golf am i my brother’s keeper?

no, i’m my brother’s killer

don’t smile, sun

ain’t no brother shit, sun every nigger for them self, sun born by your self, sun

live for your self, sun

every nigger got 2 protect self, sun

every nigger feel the bullet for your self, sun every nigger shit in their drawers

cough their blood for self, sun

every nigger in a pine box for self, sun unmarked grave for self, sun

every nigger serve time

‘cause when he killed him

he was thinking of self, sun

i’ll be your dubois 2 marcus

elijah 2 malcolm

jesse 2 fararakhan

black man 2 black woman

the powerless who fight among themselves for crumbs i’ll be your papa 2 mama

when he whooping her ass i’ll be the elder 2 youth one die sooner

one die later

but neither never lived

we do it like delilah 2 samson jacob 2 esau

cain 2 abel

judas 2 jesus

sold him for 30 pieces of gold am i my brother’s keeper?

no, i’m my brother’s killer

There’s not enough bullets in this world to kill everyone that deserve death

And there will  be a 144,00 left

Right now I’m at my best

Holding my penis and pounding my chest

Jay z might have the baddest chick in the industry wearing his chain

I got the baddest chick in the ghetto using her brain

Love me before the fortune and fame

Im bigger than my name

Servant of allah

I open this Quran learn words of wisdom

Before bullets run out

Life or death situations

Strike with this Quran leave a scar

They say don’t take in the bathroom

Nothing about use as a weapon

Against these infidels

But use it as a tool to serve Allah

Free my people from the slums of this earth

Cursing babylon

Till im in the dirt like Ronald Reagan

Like women in tight pants

But loving u in that skirt

Blouse that’s see thru 

At war with my soul

Like Marvin and Tupac

Im prettier than  like Cassius clay

Same level as Muhammad Ali

And people in the hood don’t find me funny like bill Cosby 

But if u touch me get torched like Iraqis 

Live on farmers blvd but was kidnap from Afrika over 4 centuries 

I curse like dick Chaney

But children listen like I was big bird on Sesame Street 

So I clean up music like homeless around boiling green

Truth is hated more than pigs in these streets

But when truth is reveled bring more joy than dead pigs in these streets

Know before speech

Teach with your  speech

They follow your lead 

Don’t be the blind leading the blind

Open they eyes

Be the sight seek and you shall find 

Im cocky

Im stocky

And you could put boulders in my way

Im dark

Im beautiful

And if ya harm my family

Then I'll  shoot ya

Stab ya

Throw you in front of the e train

Electrocute u

Drown ya

Poison u

Wish death on u

Wanna live my life in peace

Show off  on stage

Better than the act before

Fell sorry for the act that come after my applauds

Im not in the top five but I’m number one in my mamas  heart

I talk a lot of that s word

Lower my glance can’t give up my herb

Won’t break my word or my balls

Don’t talk my busines over the phone

Or in a poem

This just art in its finest since  Beethoven  

Why we can’t get reparations like them people they threw in ovens

Or laid them train tracks

If your black get your back against that wall open fire