April showers brings…WTF??!!
April showers brings May flowers,
Is that it?
Or since it will be summer,
will it just bring all the same ole type of shit?
Fights, babies, mayhems,
murders, rapes, smoking dope,
Men, more ladies.
Women showin their ass,
saying that they still got class;
posing on the internet,
wanting all to think they the shit;
Ain’t got a pot to piss in,
claiming to have over 500 FB friends.
Putting their di@k and pu@@ies on the internet,
Not thinkin in the future, that the shit will still be out there.
Men in their forties and fifties
In denial, saying 50’s is the new 20’s, ni@@a bye!!
Stop your lies, don’t deny; positive is ok, but being delusional
Jail time, no time, prison time got you mental,
one day this way, the next unconventional.
Ni@@a killin’, stealin’, robbin’, actin hard;
Ain’t got shit, stop tryin to play hard!
You a weak ni@@a, a punk ni@@a, a lyin ni@@a;
a showy ni@@a, a secretly di@k suckin, crazy ni@@a!
You pretend that you have it all together,
but live off of others, can’t come to grips with the reality of the situation.
You a flashy ni@@a, try to be classy ni@@a,
An arrogant ni@@a,
An unforgiving ni@@a,
A fault finding ni@@a,
But won’t admit yo own bullshit type of ni@@a;
You point out peps flaws type of ni@@a,
Won’t tell what you did type of ni@@a,
A one-sided ni@@a,
A hood rich type of ni@@a,
think you a better ni@@a,
Cas your credit good,
Got a couple of credit cards,
But you a in-debt type of ni@@a;
Tryin to impress other ni@@a’s that you got something, but you a fake type of ni@@a,
Tryin to live like the Jone’s type of ni@@a’s,
But in their eyes, you still just another ni@@a.
Glad to be who you are?
Sad to see how far or not far you are?
Wondering about someone’s car?
Wanting to be a star
Wanting to be rich
Wanting to be an athlete
Anything but who you are.
Wanting to be a singer
Wanting to be a Doctor
Wanting to be a writer
Wanting to be a prized boxer
Anything goes, no values, nor morals
If it feels good do it?
If you can, why not go through it?
Pretending to be more
Hoping to be more
Flaunting like you have more
But deep down, you still poor.
Saying who you know
Knowing what you say is untrue
Acting like you have it all together
Deep within, you’re insecure, scared
Nowhere near together!
Are you working to pay the bills?
Are you suing everyone just so that you can live?
Using dope, drinking to cover the pain?
Living carelessly, thinking only of the instant joy it may bring
You open the wrong Pandora’s Box
It may bring out a fox
That will be too hot to trot
Can you handle it?
Only life will tell
It’s March Madness,
You only live once, so you say what the hell!
Is it Black History month?
A celebration of culture,
A celebration of history.
Keepin’ our eyes on the prize,
at times, being wise,
often times, continuing in & believing the same ole lies.
Let’s celebrate the short month that we have;
we are still alive, passionate, thriving, and damn! We bad!
(NOT IN A BAD WAY),
as we continue to strive.
Many have gone on,
transitioned home from various reasons,
RACISM, MISPLACED RAGE, and from SELF-HATRED too.
We continue the struggle, Mexicans as well,
their ancestors slaving in the fields, working hard for a menial wage.
Julio Cesar Chavez fighting for justice, fair wages,
for his people to be treated just as fairly.
Cinco de Mayo is just a day of battle, not their true Independence Day,
It’s September 16th by the way.
What a hard working people, their struggles just as real;
Mexicans have some of the same struggles as Black folk,
they continue to fight for equality, while knowin’ that the struggle is REAL.
I didn’t write the history, so please don’t get mad when I remember…
Is Black History Month, A TRUE CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION?
Do you accept me for who I am?
Accept me for me,
Yeah, you say you do;
Allow me the luxuries, mistakes, openness, everyday occurrences,
The freedom to just be me.
Find fault in the common things I say;
Ripping apart, analyzing, critical, judgmental,
Doing the very same thing to me as you say I do to all other peps!
I just wanna be free!
Live life, talk at will;
if I misspeak, make an absolute statement,
Sometimes, just let me be!
I am learning, this shit is new;
I’ve been like an average person for so long,
this new me will not happen instantly.
Steel sharpen steel, yes I know;
There is pain,
I’m trying to get this thing called life right,
just allow me room to grow.
Lots of kids, parents getting older, some in good health, some of their health seems asunder. Should we take advantage? Should we get what they got? What if the other kids get it first? Why not increase my pot?
Parents won't remember, we can always lie, after all we seem so nice and innocent to other folks, can get any fool to believe my lie.
Steal money to pay a bill, steal a house, it's all about the same thing.
There is no God; God ain’t real you say, so you don't have to worry about Him, like all of the other religious fools.
All these people praising God, He didn't increase my riches, you think your slick ass did. What's done in the dark, will come to light; we all have to answer to a higher power, yours may not be God, but you will still feel someone’s wrath.
Lies, lies, lie all the time; you lie now at your age, claiming before you weren’t full grown!
Give me another chance, I want to work this out; I was young and dumb back then,
Yack yack, still running your fu@kin’ lying mouth!
You got caught in your lies, given an ultimatum;
leave that ho alone,
get your sh@t out,
from now on,
you can use your own hand, and
shake it on your own!
What is it about men
As Amy Winehouse croons on Pandora
What is it about men?
Get back jack
You know what you know
Think you a gangsta
You aint about shit
Making babies here and there
Can’t even feed them, nor do you care
It’s more to it than just pimpin
Don’t like a good girl, you said she’s too simple
You want a ride or die bitch
Not knowin’ she will fu@k any ole trick
You don’t believe in God
Just the rod between your thighs
When that no longer works
Taking a blue pill won’t guarantee that you will feel it jerk
Change your game
Before you end up being slain
It’s attractive to be able to take care of your family, especially your kids
You didn’t care about the mother, she tricked you, she lied,
You are to blame too; you should have covered that little dingaling
Young and focused.
I wanna be a teacher.
I want to be a doctor.
I wanna be a singer.
I want to be a lawyer.
Graduate high school,
damn what’s next?
Find a job and work a 9-5;
go to college, to get away from the house.
Graduate from college, pregnant and single;
Dropped out of college, wanted to party and mingle.
Baby’s dad absent and in denial;
heartache from my first love,
boy was that painful!
It took a while to move on from the wound,
I’ve healed some, now I must try to carry on.
Got a decent job, my college degree inspired.
Raised the kid, moved on with life.
Continued to do work, not having much fun in life;
boyfriend here, girlfriend there, not amounting to much.
Quit that job for a higher paying one, now that’s what’s up!
In my thirties now, damn! I need to focus!
Went back to college for another degree.
Married the wrong person, damn, divorced after only three.
Had another kid, the first one is now a teen.
Job after job; what went wrong?
Went to college for the wrong thing, my major never turned me on.
Forties, wow! That went so quick;
Still going from girl to boy, seems like I’m letting everyone just hit it.
Hate my job, why can’t I make good money?
Bumps in the road, ready to recover.
Working a high paying job, FINALLY, but still no real satisfaction.
Fifties, shut the f@ck up!
My! How time flies;
second divorce, and a lack of job choice,
what will I do now?
Some friends are dead; some are in the same old boat;
The fine ones from school, and now old and many looked dried up.
Some still on drugs, one or two, seemed to have all the luck.
My kids all have grown, long gone from home.
The one that I never claimed, lives with her mom, she’ll be eighteen soon.
That was an oops back in the day; her mom lied about being on birth control;
I believe her, so that’s her fault, I was gone!
How do I live out the rest of my life?
Am I too old?
Sixties, holy shit!
It’s finally time for me to truly grown up.
No more living in the past, I see how time continues on;
Whether I’m on board; alone, married; single; working a toiling job.
Others may think I’m doing well, as they peer in on social media;
Well I didn’t tell them that, fuc@ it! that’s on them!
Sixties! Things just got so real.
As I look over my life;
Took a hard look right-
No longer jealous of anyone else’s life;
What they got was truly meant for them, no use of hatin’ on them.
Everything I got, everything I’ve earned, back then it may not have seemed like much,
But truly, I’ve learned a lesson in retrospect,
Sometimes life just sucks!
Since I can’t do it all over again;
I’ve decided no regrets; I still have time to live my best life yet.
Dating is a bit@h!!
Plenty of fish
Damn! Dating’s a bit@h!
Black People Meet
And I’m still single!
Met plenty of people,
many lie on their profiles;
meet for coffee, let’s sit and talk for awhile.
One was handsome, looked just like his pics,
his body tight, couldn’t see his d@c@ print.
We get close, lean in tight, made him laugh;
damn! his fu@kin’ teeth rotten;
that odor I smelled earlier was coming from his mouth!
Met another, boy was he it; nice conversations, we met for wine,
oh so handsome, I was thinking, what sweet jubilation!
Continued to talk, I drifted for a moment, when I snapped back,
he was talking about the moons and the freakin’ stars!
Maybe it was me? I tried hard to understand,
after all, this was a fine ass Black man.
What? I say, thinking about my past astronomy class;
I wanted this to work.
Hell I thought, give this brotha a fair chance.
He repeated himself, talking about the horizon; he was all over the place;
Lord Jesus! this man’s sounds as if he’s straight retarded!
No offense, yall know what I mean, after all, shit! I’m not trying to be mean.
Another date, why not get food I thought; this one is Hispanic and White,
I always liked a little flavor in my life.
He’s into me, yeah, and he’s fine.
We finished up our appetizers,
no talk of moons and the skies.
We look longingly into each other’s eyes,
this may be the one I thought;
as he slowly caressed my hands,
I then saw bed bugs crawling across his shirt collar.
Rough necks, never liked them, but give him a chance; his pic may not do him justice my friend said.
We talked on the phone several times,
he sent me a few texts.
He seemed super intelligent;
I was beginning to vibe with this man.
He said he couldn’t wait for us to meet,
I had him intrigued.
He said I seemed real, and down to earth;
we talked several more times,
why this man haven’t asked me on a date; just as I thought it, he said, let’s meet.
We made a date for the following Saturday, score! I thought.
Made an appointment to get my hair done;
Saturday came and went, yall know I never heard from this muthafu@k’a again!
Sadness in my eyes
goes high in the clouds,
no one to throw an olive branch
no one gives a damn!
Selfish people everywhere-
cold, calculating, hard, bitter,
user, abuser, pervert, overachievers, quitters.
Reminiscing in my mind
when things weren’t so hard
when people were young,
life seemed to have had no limits;
people are now old,
worked their whole lives
to much of the world,
now they are useless, dried up, old, can’t fend for themselves
very little money, not even a decent retirement;
their health insurance sucks
No one gives a fuck,
their bodies badly broken,
worked over 40 years, but who cares,
And, now they still can’t get help,
selfish people everywhere.
Haters want to find fault in everything
It’s never them, but the blame is on someone else;
Childish, grown ass women and MEN, gossiping like old ass billy goats
Rolling their cocked eyes, whispering, I seriously wanna punch them in their damn throats!
Ho, get a clue! mind your own damn business; don’t worry about me, just do you!
Lonely in YOUR OWN LIFE, no one to hold your cranky ass tight thru the night,
It’s NOT my fault, take a hard look at your own life!
You go around so grumpy, cas you can’t get humpty,
cas u look so damn dumpy, don’t blame me! fix yourself up,
mature, read a self improvement book, relax,
before you have another nervous breakdown clumpy;
You a fake ass trick
cryin all the time to get your way
many would call you a bitch
you gone one day feel this lick
trust me, don’t want none of this
hope soon you get some dick
you may have a chance if you stop actin like a tired dried up witch
so get off your broomstick
you dumb dimwit
dirty lying dipshit
with your dumb ass sidekick
dirty little twit
old tired lookin ass
you can’t handle this
get a man so you can feel it
you’ll find peace
after he stokes you
lifts you up
get what I’m saying bitch?
Sadness in my heart
Sadness in my eyes
Sadness for the poor and old
Sadness for the Vets who are now home
Sadness for the poor
Sadness for the ghetto
Sadness for the abused kids
Sadness for the innocent Blacks who have been shot and killed
Sadness for life
as I slowly realize that tomorrow isn’t promised,
so lets’ all get this shit right!
America- The land of the free?
Red, White and Blue;
is it the land of the free?
2015, the fight continues;
Killings of unarmed Blacks,
Now you tell me?
The land of the free;
A Black President
But increased killings of unarmed Black men
continues to rise rampantly.
Kill a Black man, woman, boy or girl,
Assassinate their character by the media,
to slightly skew the remorse.
The good ole boys club will NEVER go away,
Kill nine innocent people in a Black church,
the killer, treated oh so gently.
Provided a bullet proof vest,
not a mark on site, alive, walking peacefully, even getting media high fives!
Justice for the gays FINALLY!
Equal rights for them,
When I asked about justice for Blacks,
my character was assaulted, guess by who?
By some of the ones that are now treated equally.
The land of the free,
Kill a nig@@, and you will go unpunished, get away scot free!
You worry about ISIS, and how successfully they recruit,
They see your lack of loyalty and how you hate the Black group!
You can’t bully ISIS, cannot even crush the small militant group,
You are your own militia when it comes to Black life;
Other countries hate you!
How do you expect ISIS to be civilized? Calling them barbaric
when you are barbaric to your very own.
Justifying the killings of innocent Black life.
A racist hatred for the Black man
Black man, black man,
damn black man, the world can’t stand!
Your past, your present, your future existence!
you’re free, you’re enslaved
you’re hung, you’re beaten
you’re shot, you’re killed
you’re brutalized by the system.
Bam! Bam! You’re a dead ni@@er!
Killed by racist cops, the world, not even Obama can stop.
A White cop will NEVER be convicted, so tell your people to stop the march.
Use their time to stop the hatred among your ghetto Blacks ni@@ers!
Another UNARMED Black dead,
this time we got two, killed with a record 142 shots!
You gang bang!
You do crack!
You rob stores!
You brutalize women!
you will only date our precious, innocent Buffy’s and the Kate’s.
You kill your own in record numbers.
You mad at me for killing an unarmed ni@@er?
He was just a thug in waiting!
You a whack ni@@er
You a confused ni@@er
You produce these ni@@er kids, hang with these ni@@er friends,
causing all kind of ruckus;
it’s good when one of you are dead, we just sing, another one bites the dust.
Bam, bam! shoot another ni@@er, this time a twelve year old.
Wow! We got away with that one too?
Damn! Our lame, tired ass excuse, “I feared for my life,” will NEVER get old.
We don’t mind when one of you move up,
we like that you forget your own,
we secretly find it funny, that you forget where you came from.
Here a ni@@er, there a ni@@er, everywhere you look there’s a ni@@er!
Why was it so hard to write this blog?
Why is it so hard to be rich?
Why do people cheat in relationships?
Why are people unhappy?
Why do some people use every excuse in the universe, versus owning up to “it”?
Why do some innocent children die at the hands of their parents?
Why do innocent babies die from illnesses?
Why does a person that is doing something great with their life, die?
Why are some serial killers never caught?
Why does the grass ALWAYS look greener on the other side?
Why do some White people have such hatred from Blacks?
Why are all Blacks grouped together?
Why do some Blacks that have “made it,” not want to associate with their own?
Is there a difference between a nigger and a nigga?
Is it ok to give White people permission to say that word?
What if they use it the “correct” way, is that ok?
Will racism ever end?
Will ANY police officer that kills an UNARMED Black person, but use the old tired excuse, “I feared for my life,” ever be convicted?
Why do some people post lies about how well/good they are doing in life, on FB?
Why is life so complicated?
Why do we keep asking why?
Still Love You
Growing up, he was full of hope
until an unhappy childhood.
Witnessed his father going off, and beating his wife;
fearful, nervous, full of strife.
Growing up to be a young man,
not knowing what his life was all about.
Maybe join the service,
Get a regular job,
he can’t wait to get out of the house.
He thought, may his own business,
that’ll show my dad
that I am something, that I’m not a low life!
Sixteen years old, he tried to help my mom,
Get off her! Leave her alone! He screamed, as he father put a gun in his hand.
Kids crying, mother pleading, running for her life.
Father, only the stepfather of two of the four, runs after her.
The noise! The screams! The bangs!
The crash! The crying! The Drama!
The kids screamed, “Oh momma!”
As the boy kneeled,
one slipped on the blood,
one caressed her head,
the other just stood there and stared.
Sirens screeching, police everywhere,
Mom being tended too.
As the dad looked at her, his face full of sorrow,
His hands handcuffed behind his back.
He whispered, “Is she dead?”
The mom looked up at him,
Her kids looked down, their faces were hollow.
She looked in the direction of her husband,
“I still love you.” She said in her last dying breath.