Birthday today im 23

23rd
Today is a better day
twenty three sure feels strange
body growing older mindset resetting
two decades and three years wow how fast
years goes by I remember 25 cents prices oppose
to record high! 90s baby the best of my life
as I look back on all the birthdays I had..
I believe I did alright
bday poem

Religious Struggle

I see the conflict
between the jews,christians,arabics,ganstas,thugs,and sinners
its war in the cracks
killing all the children who need the love most
growing up carrying a book preaching peace only to slip...
falling down from coast to coast we all need it the most


i cried tears of war tears kids running away
losing the thugs becuase they lost way
dont hate this post becuase you dont think this way
we so blind we wouldnt recognize god if we saw his face
callin on everybody to save ourselves from ourselves
stay strong>......

Complaints

Over the years I always believe. The distance

Between goals so far apart I couldn’t reach

Never once seeing past achievements

Or looking at the feet to see

How far I already gone

 

Over time and two decades to count for and some odd months

Comparison has turn happiness to pure hate

Hungry for knowledge

Yet three strikes at home plate this worth is disease

 Sickening

Corrupting my need to prevail

 School is jail, class a cell, and work a punishment

 Because my disability closes

 the exits of opportunity of my life

You see

OVER THE YEARS

I help plenty people

More less than myself handing out hands like an octopus

Secretly crying be that it may

Wanting a family so I ship flaws to build a false me acting as college

Is a university why can’t I pass o my god!! The agony

 

 

Ontop of it all I lost my job

Never miss a step treating people with respect and stab by the company

I sweated & mad but small underneath composure disguising truth I want

Everything life of bread offers yet scraps I receive…

Ahhh so much built up over the years where do I release at last broken leg

Help me help the soul my faith my life help me…

Colored Rain

Drip drop drip drop

Cometh a color slaved of poverty

Enslaved by riches or the mix society

Weather the rain cause the colored of black

Clouded the air nobody see the dream because MLK

is gone and Malcolm x said fight back so when the drips of drop hits the other track wait for the dismissive  eyes hit you back

Pastor May I Preach

Knocking on a empty soul
praying about a god who wont come with a blessing
god I'm sick and tired of these church politics
carving a word or two preaching yet walking with the streets
I seen corruption in a church where holy ground
is near people don't like to point fingers so I'll stand
and preach y'all had y'all chance now.. sit there!here thee
philosophy cometh to thee

. "All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23)

Pastor you say I'm unable to be save
do I lay my burdens down by the river in my white silk
drench by the river who you forsake me
gave a door out saying  unsaved Will always unbeliever
everybody say they need to be closer to god and say I haven't find the goodness on a gold platter
thinking he got all the answers and even if i go to church I'm into the v.i.p train to the golden gates
wont let me see him cause they are afraid of my view pastor
I see the truth there are more peopl in church judging the the streets i walk through
well church becoming a fast trend a fashion where timbos and jean wont fit-in
I live my life the way I know
don't erupt my nerve cause you wont follow the path
god made us unique so I am choosing the way I know

Pastor may I preach no son you cant

see the church don't follow.........



if y'all give me a chance to explain

I was at this bible study and umm..i told them my life story
and the only thing I felt was happening was basically a twist
saying we'll save you and pushing pushing first I'm imperfect


OK I'm not the person go every Sunday or the know the bible guy
i really just think there are people closer to him but are experiencing god
in there own way we need a leader why cant we be our leaders
we all sin we all make mistakes  idk... but thank you for reading

Dear Mama

Dear Mama
I know its hard I see the pain
I know you do the 24/7 jobs
to make hot plates on tables
evicted cause the landlord wont see the struggle
you are my gurdian over all
love how you cook my fav Mac and Cheese
fighting for my needs cause you know Ill grow
then the ghetto i see

I know the blessings come and go but ill repay you
with the love you always shown
dreaming about fame to show my mom I get that big house
to give a inch to the mile you walk for five kids
no worries now sleep tight I hold it down tonight
love you
Dear Mama

Ghettoe

I took one way ticket to escape
a mark of death hairy trigger paranoid of
niggers ghetto bastards I hate this life
on welfare only time cops help
 cell silence on hell blocks

cant sleep feared of graveyard shift
time ticking a sentence I couldn't repent
preachers ain't save they sticking hands in cookie jars
offering paradise when they judge lies of decent living
hustle time two cents Africa wont save my life motherland
too far to see a original gangsta
I shell tears homies go blind from the other side
god choose favorites when devil kill lives
careful steps
as I took a bag of chains reaping the sour fruits
from adam and eve forbbin trees better yet weeed