Bound by chains, trapped inside this script called prison where the story never end. Where so many turn their backs on you and even forget the word friend. This is not hatred flowing through my pen, it’s truth that so many bend. Trying to rephrase words into what you want to stand. But hold on be easy I come in peace! I want you to comprehend. Don’t confuse my words because I am behind this fence. I’m loyal, dedicated, honest, and entitled to at least on matters that exist. Let me be the one to say I am ashame of my friends presence because of what most of them represent. Still bound by chains but respect goes to the stranger who listen to this.
Imagine that you could conjure anything in your mind or cell. Would be a book, freedom, a woman, or money to help you stay in confine. With a book you only read it so many times. Freedom is priceless and precious but it starts in the mind. Money is a key factor however in prison, it’s a stressor that make you blind. How about a woman, a helpmate, someone you can relate to or express your mind. All of these sound good but one definite choice down the line. So as I close and bid you goodbye I’ll leave you this thought on why.
Charles Allen 1105887-D-1-231
Hays State Prison
By: Brotha Hest
Hearing gunshots ring outside my project window…
10 years old and wondering what did place me here for?
All I know is that I gots to protect my Mama and Sis…
But each time shotz rang out I duck down like a puss…
There has to be a way that those dealers and thugs can be beat!
I’ve got some ideas, though I ain’t sure how to take on this feat
So I continuously analyze this challenging situation beyond my door…
As the only male in my home I must secure them from my core!
Journeying out into the Hood I now despise, and at times fear…
This path is not clear, but of these other young boys I’ll be a peer…
We will combine our knowledge and figure out how to wipe Mama’s tear.
Even if it requires becoming the very same monster which scarred a childhood career.
That’s right my dear, we boys are so afraid that a mean man we appear…
For the fact of this matter is that we’ve yet to develop, can’t you hear..?
Listen closer to our cries, and see the many masks worn by us my dear…
It’s no wonder we gravitate from toy to gunz, projects to prisons without a jeer…
Yet, make no mistake, we still need help raising that boy still inside…
Regardless of how big and tough we look our actions prove the boy can hide…
Until it’s time for us to man up and fight our case or send gifts to Junior
Patience to learn the law and how to flip a store call had always been left over yonder…
So be understanding of the arrested development we can’t classify.
Because if we could this system would stop punishing and treat us, we ratify!
Forcing them to view and treat us as humans that has PTSD too…
Laying that next billion into the hands of changed convicts who know what to do!
… In love & service
Forever POPS Movement
at Hays State Prison
Where is the Modern Moderation
I see the nation is focus on the cruel i.C.E. project The prisonercrats are implementing all around the land of moderation. Conflictive by nature let us break down its ruse components. Disrupting The chosen prospects’ family structure weakens the race traditional ethnics. The victims are now mentally depressed and vulnerable to situations that causes social psychosis. Now the dysfunctional families are venturing through the many paths of America Warfare. The prisoners are held captive behind the walls of concentration camps. Others will venture to the life of crime to meet the ends of premature death of mass incarceration. Others will veer off to to the lane of intoxicated suicide consuming the substances of debilitation. The successful few will become fellow capitalist expanding the customercy rate across the nation and its neighbors. The concept of capitalism prevent the understanding of equality set in the states of the deforming nation of people. The few to exceed are imbalance because one fraction compromises to the new order while the other works toward independence and self-reliance. Disunified and slow in productivity as a collective the nationality is accustomed to the New Order. One nation at a time the current establish divides and conquer. How can Black America be so blind to the fact that history is repeating itself. Same establishment, same order, but a new nation of people – if you question what our history would be to witness – just focus on the nature of the immigrants who are our common kind with a common interest.
This is racial cultural genocide
Greetings comrades, since around 2006-07 throughout Augusta Atlanta and Savannah Georgia; City officials have been “closing down” its government-funded housing projects. When I first noticed this regime, I didn’t fully know the reason why? I thought that it was because of the violence within said communities… Wrong!
There was a bigger play at stake. GENOCIDE!! The longtime residents of Gilbert Manor, Underwood Homes and Cherry Tree Crossing in Augusta. Bowen Homes, Perry Homes, Carver Homes of Atlanta, Strapmore, Hitck Village, and Garden Homes in Savannah were forced into homelessness!!
Unjustly displaced from their longtime homes for money interest and population controlling methods. I had this conversation with a decent minded individual and he said that the government didn’t leave us without homes… I agreed to an extent, because they do give vouchers for Section 8. But in the neighborhoods that accept them, the cost of utilities outweigh the funds available.
Housing: land as a human right for all semicolon not a privilege and the city’s plans to redevelop and gentrify these cities of Georgia as well as the entire U.S. as a whole is contradictory. It was already a struggle for survival in America, that is why are Urban Housing Development was created. The struggle continues today, so what would give the capitalist class enemy be ideal that going from $150.00 rent to $300.00 with 200.00 utilities to 600.00 utilities wouldn’t be compromising to the individual??
The labor aristocracy are moving into the redeveloped communities and overtaking the neighborhoods and their cultural diversity. They’re setting back or struggle another 20 years. It’s like giving us rope to pull ourselves in, but then snatching the rope back. Violence is violence whether it be within the urban community or Parkland High School or the Middle East. We are a nation: a group of people on one piece of land with a common economy, common language, and national psychology. Black, white or brown. We can redevelop our own hoods one at a time. All it takes is the vision. The hardest and longest part of walking a mile, is take the first step.
If not us; who? If not now; when??? J.F.K. peace comrades of struggles. Good work to BLAQman sear and Ocki Khalil… I’m witcha! KING COE tha Great!!
Title: Sad But True
Author: Lamar Westside Gates
The word help never be heard, but fuck you get an answer
Talkin with sense, they turn their nose like you’re a dirty pamper.
But I’m the crazy one if you let them tell it, Respect goes a long way but not in this pace!
If you not part of the elite, you get beat to sleep.
Most e-mails dont go out cause they dont want the heat.
Inmates wanting to be officers dying to speak, Sir I’ll pack his Property and destroy his good.
Most in the step-down lost and can’t be found, what I mean bout that, inmates will lock you down.
For a detail and packout sir I’ll tell it all, to show you I’m not playing #— got a phone.
Now you see what I’m talking bout fuck the step-down,
For four hours and T.V.s these killers become police.
But I’m the crazy one cause I wanna be free!
I’ll die before I fold, starve before I break,
Never will I help the Pigs OPPRESS Inmates.