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
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
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.