Feb 22, 2019
From tha $treet$
2 da chain gang
2 tiny 2 trap da mind$
Da bodys only. Da mind is sky high.
Look up every day and say bless da sky with ya heads high. My brotha$.
2 free tha mind is the limits of da sky. It’s bigger than this earth. Out dis world!
Look up high brothas and sistas in these set traps of prison even da c-o-s who help save lives of inmates cause this set trap could be only a burnin fire.
Look! 2! Da! Sky! With my head 2 da sky there is no down no upper no more.
It’s up so don’t stay up 2 my whoas dats part of it.
Look up high on this day of time and feel da bleedin of our season.
And! Say! Stop! Da! Killin!
And start a new drip 2 da kids all over da world.
Atl. Chi-Town. New Orleans. MDA. Cali. NY.
East. West. North. South.
(Help some one b4 ya hurt dem)
I know how cold steel feels when the handcuffs are so tight you loose all feeling in your hands
I know how it feels to have no friends, to be surrounded by prisoners who will pretend
I know how it feels to have a pigs boot in your back, to write letters and never get non back
I know how it feels to be hungry at night, because the shit they feeding us just isn’t right
I know how it feels to be locked in a cell 24-7 for years at a time, how it feels to need love but in this place there’s never none around
I know how it feels to want to kill the oppressor, but these doors are their protectors
I know how it feels to be abandoned and neglected, to be dehumanized and disrespected to be reactionary and reckless
I know how to tell the time by the sounds around me, the screeching of the wheels on the food cart means its time to eat, the jingle of the keys means the pigs are trying to creep
I know how it feels to wait on mail call all day and when its time the pig passes you right by, and you tell yourself you’ll get some next time, but you know that’s a lie
But I don’t know how my daughters voice sounds, I’ve been deprived of my phone calls for years at a time
I don’t know how a hug feels, because I’m confined or the color of my mama’s eyes because I’ve been gone for a long time
I don’t know the name of my sister’s kids, we lost contact a long time ago, nor do I know if my brother is back in prison, my mom dont write to tell me so
I don’t know how freedom feels cause I have none, nor do I know my father so I’m a bastard just like my son
I don’t know what’s right when all I’m surrounded by is wrong or what family is when all mine are gone
I don’t know the smell of spring when the foul smell of solitary confinement is all I smell, I don’t know if there is a heaven but I know there is a hell. Because I live there.
Dare to Struggle Dare To Win
By: Frederick Radford
Wickedness, inside an iron fence.
That’s tailor made with razor blades.
Stuck inside a twilight zone
with herds of beast, that lurk for thrones.
I live within an episode of Frankenstein…
But I’m divine.
This origin of goons and goblins,
indexed in volumes,
who’s seen as numbers, instead of names.
These cell’s are hell, so let them burn…
Like a book of matches, as I turn to ashes.
Without a flame.
Who’s to blame?
The judicial system, that’s designed to keep us oppressed.
Lose your case, then lose your life,
whether you’re wrong or right.
The judge don’t lose no rest.
While he holds his wife,
I’m dressed in stripes.
Stand up for count I don’t get no rest.
Life in prison as I discern, is a living hell!
The dead are buried in caskets.
The lifer casket is my cell.
By: Jamal Lundy
AKA Don Mall
I done lost every thing and still I stand
I done lost every one yet still I stand
I done lost hope before but still I stand
I done been through it all and I’m still standing.
The judge sentenced me to life without
But still I stand and I fight cause I know one day I will stand on my 10 toes
back on the west side zone 1 Bankhead where my roots are for a better reason.
To help others not go down my footsteps cause the streets don’t love no one and violence ain’t the way of life
It only takes life.
And why we help knock our beautiful race off with black on black crimes.
90% of guys lock up for doing some to there own race!
Today I stand on my 10 to be a leader and help make a change for black lives.
The government is pimpin’ the Blaqman, Illuminati runs the world, so fuk pimpin’ my pen. I’d rather help my community, Lil’ Chico looks up to me. Disappointed with myself of how I abandoned the streets… Blinded by greed returned me back to slavery; it’s more than a G-thang. It’s bigger than you & me. We need our cribs in our names; boss up our economical game, I hated to slang crack cocaine. I witnessed Momdukes lose everythang; plus I never gang-banged… What if I made 1 person smile today? I’ll set the trend here; because I’m told FAITH is contagious. It takes more muscles to frown, so I’ll smile away. I can’t predict tomorrow but I can save today. Give us back our country; not Amerika but the one you stole from me. Wanna kno’ what I hate more than cops? A thief…
I’ve studied the history and FREEDOM is owed to me. I just keep it BLAQ like we’s supposed to be… Shot outs to Lupe, Wale and Nasir Jones. Larry Hoover, Tookie Williams and James Brown. B.O.B., Big K.R.I.T. and Killer Mike. Kaepernick, Stacey Abrams, Condoleezza Rice. King Coe; and I’m prepping Amerika for her future. Our brothers are on the way and they gone be remembered like Malcolm and Luther…
Why expose brains when I can expose truths! The proof is right between the pages of this book, young dude. I can’t believe I said no to school, rebelled and broke the rules. Smoked weed, cut class or even fought in school. But it’s what I was taught to do…
Please become someone, become MORE than the average dude. Don’t get blinded by REALITY T.V. like most people do, and DYING is not worth putting our mom’s thru. And killing ain’t really worth living our lives like fools… By O.G. King Coe
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