What the oppressor do to you they’ll do it to me: letter of solidarity to other prisoners

Peace & Respect

To The Last of a Dying Breed.
I feel you King Coe Tha Great. I’m witcha. Just keep on watchn Brotha. My pain is your pain. Your struggle is my struggle. We are one of a kind we are Truly the Last of a Dying Breed.

Now do anybody want to know why nobody is standing up in the system why everybody is layn down. It is simple the system has infiltrate our movements. Have you ever met a brotha that has called himself a real dude or a solid dude. But when it’s time to show up and make a stand he plays dead. I bet this is his favorite line to use. (I got too much going on. I ain’t trying to take a lost.) Such a sad case this because the system has made these men compromise their integrity. Nobody wants to sacrifice. Nobody wants to play as a team. Everybody wants to lead the team. Most of these brothas are all about self. Look around Brotha I am you and you are me. We under the same struggle daily. What the oppressor do to you they’ll do it to me. See what the oppressor is doing is given gifts to be a good inmate. Touch pad, packages once a month, chicken box etc. Now let me ask how can this system afford to give all these things. But they refuse to give us lunch back on the weekend. I have a answer. Do you all remember the $10 they took and that $1 a month that the state is taken from us. They’re making million off our family for us to enjoy temporary satisfaction. But it’s only helping them control the people. Brothas think about we are payn for all the things that they are given. Why keep given. Because people are compromising with the system to live in comfort. The mass will lay down and be happy with these things and this stuff instead of really making a change. I can’t say what’s in the next man’s heart their intention may be good but I will say that we’ve been blinded by the tricks that the system has placed in front of us. I have a comrade that the tells me daily The game is in a state of confusion my Brotha.

I leave as I come with peace and respect
and a few spoken words.

I am one of many warriors that bear tattoo and battle wounds from previous wars These scars reach further than this physical garment. Batter and abuse mentally confused from this mental and emotional torment only the Lord knows the pain of ones Soul silent prayers Vivid nightmares Broken Dreams is this pain real. Suicide theme when you can’t escape the screams of the mentally insane it’ll drive you crazy and drange even if you are sane there is still no escapin the pain cuz they playn tricks with our brains it’s hard to find peace so we smile not to feel weak it hurts more with each heartbeat. See I refuse to fall weak because they prey on the weak links standing strong Brothea think they’ll do anything to make us break lock us in a box like goods in a safe bury us alive is what they think but they can’t kill the thoughts in our brains give us purple hearts for we’ve endured way too much physical, emotional and mental pain. Label these men amongst me The Last of a Dying Breed for we are truly Purple Hearted

Peace & Respect
Don Roscoe

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