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Sitting on yo azz waiting for it to come it will never come

Blame Yo Self
We are equal in the same right so why fight?
Everything I got now you can have in this same life
Get your mind right let the hate go come up with a master plan stop saying I hate folks
You only hate what you don’t have and can’t understand
And on a bigger scale that’s not a real man
I work the fish scale while he work at the back
Money not a problem you got to go and get it
Sitting on yo azz waiting for it to come it will never come
Like a hard dick without penetration
If you can focus on sex why not on getting rich?
Cuz ever worn out your mouth how did he get that
She from the projects I know she can’t afford that
Sound like you jealous can you tell me why you jealous?
Stop giving them the blame when it’s yourself to blame
I’m only asking question to understand all your pain
When I give the right answer or you willing to change?
I can bring it on any level challenge my brain
Phuck the skin color people we all the same. HUMAN RIGHT?

TO BE CONTINUE….

By Lamar Westside Gates

Facts
paid killers & child molester get away with it all
But let me get caught with a gun it’s called breaking the law.
When I comply I can still die even with my hands to the sky
They’ll still fire…
Black lives matter not in this day time even Latinos gets sprayed
For being apart of the race. Locked down treated like slaves
What happen to the land of the free freedom of speech?
If you not a white man then you die in the streets.
No I’m not a RACISTS but what I’m speaking is FACTS
AND NOT ALL WHITE PEOPLE BE AGAINST THE BLACKS.
So Many been brainwashed that they hate they black
Then you got the Uncle Tom’s who be turning they backs
Even the ANTHEM of the WORLD is about killing and SLAVES
And by the way it look the police K.K.K.
No longer do they need a rope the gun took its place.
Even no my skin light this not back in the days
I could never be a house slave with my DRED SCOTT WAYS.
If I comply will I still dye
That’s a question I ask
Every morning on the way to get gas

Stolen from the motherland sold and put on a boat
AMERICAN is not the place of hope.
Forever we gone be slaves no matter you getting PAID
We the ones they sold raped and mold
But it’s time to change MALCOLM X in my soul…
I rather ride and die than tell myself a lie
All the polices who killing NONE OF THE TARGETS BE WHITE
JUST THE BLACK AND BROWN BODIES ALL OVER THE GROUND
We built this mother phucker up & this the thanks we get…
It’s time to come together and put a end to it all
Kick a ant bed over watch how they RESPOND TO THE CALL
WON’T FIGHT FOR THE PEOPLE BUT YOU WILL DIE
FOR THE PAPER
FACTS…

Note: In order to save the FUTURE we as people got to stop living the past. Facts.
By Lamar Westside Gates

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

MISUNDERSTOOD

How could they not understand? This is a question that I asked when we are forced to retaliate because justice has been prejudiced against us throughout many years, pushing us to live with so many fears due to the deep tones of internalized oppression that was passed along several generations of our ancestors, what normal person with a civilized mind hoards a hate-filled heart towards another for their cultural relations with nature that a higher source created? Despite skin color, ethnic origin, political affiliation, socio-economic status, sexual orientation or religious belief – our ultimate purpose is to live life in peace,

But through the years of political tyranny anger and power has caused us to hate one another, in depths that we’ve lost the capacity to have empathy for others who suffer from the same struggle,

The world has become a place of poverty and servitude, organized and designed so that white supremacy will forever rule, they’re consumed with the belief that all poors are entitled to unjust rewards, a ritualized tradition that prevents the majority from moving forward, this is an act of conscience conscienceness that should be considered blasphemy to the lord,

It’s sad to admit the feeling of being left out of that we’re unable to identify with those who suffer it, when the results clearly indicates that we all should begin putting up a different fight for human rights,

The land of dignity, freedom, fairness, and decency? But the system is influenced by the consideration of race that refuses to recognize all human life equally, how could you not understand a fighter of oppression? How could a person declare someone as less than human by placing them in the category of another, refusing to see them as an equal being who deserves the same respect and hospitality and equality that they want for themselves? Do the system expect the oppressed to continue living through all the domestic turmoil of this nation without putting up a fight? We’ve exhausted every available avenue for a positive solution that we hoped would’ve rectified the ugly spirit that has grip the soul of this nation, our calls have been ignored continuously, which has led to a new strategy – FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE!!! Our hands were forced so how could you not understand??

Real life: Poetry behind bars

Real life
At times in my cell I often wanna raise hell, but it’s the life I live have my heart shedding silent tears.
So many years in here so many dreams in the wind I count my blessings in life everyday is a fight.
These craKKKers got us in prisons institutionalize in their system. Ancestors fought for our freedom now we killing and drug dealing.
They steady making prisons just a modern day slavery one world order don’t even know what we’re facing.
It’s time to wake up and start fulfilling our legacies black kings and queens all our childhood dreams lost in the system in this white man’s world but we have come to far to let it go like this.
How are we going to win going against each other how we going to lose if we come together

By: Jarvis Booker

A Slave Without Chains…

8-3-2016
By: Willie “King Coe” Coe

The whips have been exchanged but at the end of each day I’m still a slave. The shackles have been removed but I’m still a slave. Free labor where they work me for my food; my wages are paid dues… It’s called my debt to society but my acknowledgment of my subjugation remains denied. They lie to me and my people and say that it will be alright but it’s been over 100 years and there’s still no light in sight. Punished if I fight and a fool if I don’t. I just pray when the bell rings that I don’t choke. I smoke to give me hope and sleep so that I cannot think. To cloud out the life of a slave without chains…

I dream strange things but none of them seem to set me free, these visions of death I see only bring me closer to the God-I-Be. Because I’m a slave that’s free! A slave without chains, that’s me… That’s we; so how can a king be at peace? With Willie Lynch’s divide and conquer still combating me? They worked me for free and say; “good job!” Damn!! Suicide is so hard. It’s what they want. To break me and make me, and I fight and fight with no avail, why must they rape me? The slave without chains I be… That’s me, that’s me, that’s we; our enemy is longer massah, but it’s we. The prison is our plantation. The menu is our slop. Work the detail or rot in a cell, but only time will tell if I single-handedly fail…

The women were planted to distract us. But the fact-us is they can’t break us or make us… Or can they? Because daily my people fold and break the mold, change the code and alter the mode. So, I ask myself, do I really wanna live and grow old? Or can I decipher the code and force the world to see the vision, themselves through the eyes of the Great king Coe?? Enter my realm of thought and realize that we’re slaves without chains…

Respect and power to the Fallen comrades of the 1971 Attica Rebellion. Long live the revolution… September 9th….

Poetry from the inside: “Spoiled” by Bahgeerah

Spoiled
by Bagheera

I fear us niggas have grown spoiled.

Somehow thinking we’re entitled for the way our parents toiled

As if their suffering could be overlooked by a donkey and some soil

like these run down houses with electrically surging coils.

See how we throw away the water after the hot dogs come to boil

or those scraps left on the plate we feed to the sink’s shrieking gargoyle

that is unless we stick it in the fridge all wrapped up in foil

Only to remember when the smell makes our mucous membranes broil.

Man, we used to use lard for lotion now it’s fancy cocoa butter oil.

We went from sack cloth to master’s suits and couldn’t help but feel royal,

yet we still suffer at the hands we hold to as loyal.

Now ain’t nothing wrong with advancement but if you got angrier about the Oscars than when they shot and killed Oscar…

Then nigga you SPOILED!!!

Poetry from the inside: “Frustrations of 2015″

Children washing up on the beach like discarded trash
others lying in the street with bullets in their backs
and their momma’s can’t speak their hearts broken like glass while
their daddies feel weak because they can’t fight back.
See the tears rained in sheets when 200 village girls were kidnapped
and tears roll down cheeks when 200 student bodies found graved en mass
and their mamas can’t sleep for dreaming of their child wrapped in a body bag
and their daddies feel heat a warmth in their chest slowly driving them mad.
Now feel a hurt so deep when a car bomb blows up every child in it’s class
or a I.E.D. that sends a man home to his family and he’s missing both legs
How can you eat knowing someone’s starving just because they’re considered lower caste?
How can you be, when you’re silent consent equals violence against outcast? How can you be, when you know your world leaders have all this blood on their hands? So how’d you vote to agree, when your government’s the reason for all this opium and crack? So please don’t feign peace because you didn’t declare war on drugs you declared war on blacks… and in one way or the other we’re all black.

By Bagheera

Is there really a difference between a redneck, a wetback and a nigga when we are all suffering?
We are one people.

Poets behind bars: Negro Arabiyyah

Negro Arabiyyah
The War on Terror is starting to look like the war on drugs.
Where America treats Muslims the same way they do thugs.
Where they create a situation to oppress the already down trodden,
And introduce characters like Osama Escobar and Pablo Bin Laden.
So that cocaine and baking soda look like the world trade,
while both were out of reach of former nomads and slaves.
Yet both offered reason for the patriot and Drug Act
and the crackdown in the ghetto mirrored those of Iraq.
One sent to special housing units the other to Guantanamo,
now you tell me the difference between Arab and negro?!.

You’ve seen this before, because before
it was the Arab, it was the thug, then the Mexican,
then communist then the Irish and Italian
Immigrants, then the savage Indian and barbaric
African. America has never known peace.
Ask yourself why???

–By: Bahgeerah

Quote:
A kingdom distracted by false pretenses will never concentrate on the king. – Black Felix