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Change Today

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

Prisons Violate Human Rights of Afrikans and Afrikan Descendants

September 16, 2018     
I am all supernaturally enduring the ongoing battles of harsh inflictions of cruel and unusual punishment are undoubtedly prevalent in nefarious system of mass incarceration and strategically orchestrated genocide to have all Afrikan/Blacks and Browns in captivity it is motivation to dedicated one’s self to freeing the people. My name is El Roderick McKissic.     

The reason why I sometimes utilize Nathaniel Turner’s name is because it is the perfect example of a Freedom Fighter and Afrikan/Black revolutionary leader who actually devoted his life to obtaining his freedom and other Afrikans from the white slave masters/owners from oppression, depression, suppression and repression of enslavement. One of the most important parts of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights is it unequivocally indicate the following laws against all forms of slavery/enslavement, as follow!” Universal Declaration of Human Rights Guaranteed Rights as Human Beings”     

Article 1 All Human Beings are Born Free and Equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit brotherhood.      “All human beings including Afrikans and their descendants in amerikkka are to have (Guarantee by the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, equal rights and freedom from racial discrimination and equal protection of the laws by both the united snakes/states constitution and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights that shall not be violated by the established government of white supremacy and/or any of its law enforcement entities nor authorities at all.”    

Article 2 Everyone (not excluding no one regardless of race, sex, age, creed, color, etc.) is Entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this declaration without distinction of any kind, such as race, color, sex, language, religion, political or other opinions, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional, or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation (in any form regardless of race) of sovereignty.     

“Afrikans and Afrikan descendants are not excluded from any of these human rights in any form regardless of race and/or racism clandestinely employed wickedly by the established government of white supremacy in amerikkka and this irrefutable include slavery and servitude under prejudice laws strategically formulated by their racist established government to diabolically enslave Afrikans, Afrikan descendants, Asians, Mexicans, Latinos and other non-white races in amerikkka. Lynching Afrikans With Slavery (LAWS), Political Oppressors Lynching Innocent Coloreds Everywhere (POLICE) and these are the white supremacist authentic meanings behind these atrocious words and you can see it manifest everywhere in today’s society.     

Article 3 Everyone (not excluding any Afrikans not their descendants) has the right (guaranteed by this Universal Declaration of Human Rights) of life, liberty, and safety and one (petitioner) that defends themselves is securing their personal safety against threat, harm, and/or danger to their lives.Article 4 No one (not excluding Afrikans nor their descendants) shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.     

“Undoubtedly, this human rights article clearly contradicts the 13th amendment of the united snakes/states constitution which unlawful legalizes slavery and/or servitude throughout the world including the united states of amerikkka as a cruel form to sadistically enforce harsh punishment that the Universal Declaration of Human Rights clearly abolished all forms of slavery/servitude. In amerikkka they (those members of the established government of white supremacy) strategically utilized prejudice and discriminatory laws/white laws to nefariously justify enslavement of Afrikans in amerikkka under racial laws diabolically executed by corrupt courts, judges, district attorneys, attorney generals and/or other corrupt law enforcement agencies that deceptively participate in all forms of illegal activities and malfeasance/misfeasance.”     

Article 5 No one (including Afrikan descendants of slaves) shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman, or degrading treatment or punishment.     

“In the current establishment of white supremacy in amerikkka they have strategically implemented all forms of cruel, harsh, degrading and inhumane treatment in the modernized slavery plantations commonly known as prisons/penitentiaries under the 13th amendment to the untied states constitution. It is truly transparent that this is the ulterior motives behind the formulation and evil enforcement of these racially discriminatory laws.”

On Chasing Paper

Still we lampin’ still clockin’ dirt for our sweat
A ballot’s dead so a bullet’s what I get
A thousand years you had the tools, we should be takin’ ’em
Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin’ ’em…
–from “Down Rodeo,”
on the CD ‘Evil Empire’
Rage Against the Machine    

Chasing paper. Many of us who are locked up were chasing paper, and we chased it right through the prison gates and into the cells we now occupy.     We use our time in lock up to scheme and dream and come up with new strategies for chasing paper. We get money tattooed all over us. We listen to songs that will motivate us. We develop our visions. We identify our competition. We build our networks, our empires.

Maybe we don’t think about how we are plotting and sweating and bleeding to get portraits of faces of former slave-owners, plantation masters who got rich by taking hostages and exploiting them for their sweat and blood. We don’t stop to think that those dead slave-owners continue to take us hostage– in a new way –and trick us into chasing them, collecting them, worshiping them.    

If we stopped to think about it, to really think about it, we’d ask ourselves why we value the money that someone else prints. We’d wonder why we let them print it and distribute it and decide who gets more and who gets less. Why aren’t we printing the money? Instead, we get tricked. We spend our lives and blood and sweat chasing paper and serving the system, the scheme of those who put the paper out.    

How many of us catch it? And for how long?    

If we stopped to think about it, we’d see that we really don’t want their paper. What we want is the happiness and freedom that we see others have, others who have paper. We want nice things. A good house, a new car, the best clothes, great food, comfort. We want friends and loved ones who love and respect us. We want lives of purpose and meaning and importance.    

What if I told you that we could all have that, if only we were the ones with power to print the paper… and to get that power, we must take it from the ones who currently have it?    

The ones who turn some of us against the rest, so we kill each other and save them time and bullets…    

The ones who decide where the factories and jobs go…    

The ones with the planes bringing the drugs into the country…    

The ones who hand out the sentences…    

The ones who count the votes.    

They run things. They run us. They are our enemies, with happiness and freedom at our expense… living off of our sweat and blood. They’re not special or smart or more deserving than we are, and we can be just as happy and just as free as they are, if only we spend our sweat and blood chasing revolution like we’ve spent it chasing paper.    

There’s only one thing that they have that you don’t: They know a powerful secret.    

And now you know it too.

–Anarchist Prisoner Sean Swain.

“Hard Living Easy Struggle”

“Hard Living Easy Struggle”
Today i realized that its hard to Live and so easy to struggle. Sometimes i cry from stress of struggle. Over time i felt a need for speed to live, but the hurt an pain of struggle showed me reality is real. Reality showed me there are two things guaranteed for us to bare, thats pain and suffering and life an death. You can never run from what is destined to be, So much Karma i pray God allow my soul to be at peace. We as people are dying to live. But we are so blinded by our souls that we are simply living to die. I was also taught that people were put in this world for one reason/(a purpose). But then at times that confuses me, I don’t know i guess this is who i was destined to be. Only God can show me who i am or who i am to be. Never be afraid to cry. Be afraid to cry inside. Showing a teaful smile filled with Disappointment of failures on the road of doing right. God knows i weigh sins of forgiveness, walked in so much darkness only you can be my witness. When we’re in the dark you see who’s really with you, but to blinded to see God is always with you. Honestly i hope my pain is felt, Cause each day gone is another day left. Soon it will be time to breathe, I just pray that the struggle allows me to be free. No one is perfect an never will be, Love an learn from mistakes an understanding experiences make you see who you are chosen to be. Love what you have an be grateful, for what you don’t. I thank God forgiving me wisdom, for waking me up everyday an for every meal, also for the understanding of struggle and the will to live.
By: Wayne Roberson (St8 Shot)
I also want to give a shout out to Willie (King Coe) Coe, he was lockdown for standing for our rights against the police. If you read this S.L.P for life My Brother

AmeriKKKa: Poetry from behind enemy lines

AmeriKKKa
By: Robert Jones
AKA Universal “Da Flauq”
The color of my skin won’t contradict this proclamation / Until our eyes visualize the end of segregation / America is bias and don’t seek justification / It makes you wonder who’s the head of the United Nation / And will they help us with the racist and discrimination / They’ll rather orchestrate the violence of the TV station / Wildfires, school shooting, police brutalization / What’s crazy they is not the only one, dating / Once we sit down start having subconscious meditation / You’ll believe in socialism just like that Queen Stacey Abrams / We need more people like her politics they should persuaded / They hate the revolution but the world it needs some changing / Kids think it’s cool selling drugs and walking round with banger / They Hood celebrities can’t say that’s not the same as famous / To live in peace what I’ve been waiting for no longer patients To see somebody hit that seat ain’t Klan or a Mason /

“Why Doesn’t The Sun Shine On Me” collection by prison poet Exile

“Why Doesn’t The Sun Shine On Me”
By: Exile
It’s a lonely day and the sun isn’t shining on me as I sit behind these bars. No one seem to have compassion or humility toward the incarcerated. So many forget about me, leaving me in this darkness that consume my presence. It seem that prison is contagious because no one wants to assist a brother in need. It’s hard to feel warmth and sun rays from this cell I call my home. As an outcast my heart is crush by I refuse to lose hope. Because whatever is waiting on me just as the sun rises the next day. Faith is in my corner, truth is guarding its place. Hope has made me face each day. I know truly someone out there wishes for me to see the sun shine. But today isn’t that day, I won’t lose hope so as this falls upon your lap, give me some thought. This is just a reminder because we move so fast and miss so much. Yes, the sun isn’t shine on me but in the future, it will be.
“Can You Hear The Walls Cry”
By: Exile
Imagine you can feel the pain that comes from behind these walls. Silent are some if these walls could talk, emotions are stall. So intense is the distress that can be felt from the floors. Groans from the poor soul that has lost focus and control. Left to handle the stress which caress my heart at the door. And everyday the guards inflict more wounds to my core. Loss to this weary world, can you hear the cries from my walls. No one cares, I am a distant memory that all. So with poem I hope it open your eyes to let me in your arms.
“Truest Thought”
By: Exile
My truest thought was held inside of this cell, definition of pain written on my heart scroll, silent cries emerge from my tattered tortured soul, misery invaded and stole my loved residing place, it caused my entire to suffer and ache, loved ones abandoned me when I need them most. Envy could’ve been my company but pain was more close. Pain has truly given my life an overdose. No mercy dwells in trials and tribulations, constantly dealing with incarceration while time keeps me conseal in its shadows. Allowing me to appreciate life, love, and freedom to the fullest and also to see who really was sincere in my time of need, hated, despised neglected, mostly forgotten was things I received. With few choices and not many options, hurt encraved deep in the depths inside of me. A maze of misery with no map, guide, or light to remove this darkness I see. Long gone are the thoughts I cherish so much, in their absence is this cell which has bind so many of us. 
“In Life”
By: Exile
Some things in life can’t be tested by time 
Even inside of this cell I can speak my mind 
Because so few blossom like the fruit of earth
Yet behind these bars you fail to know your worth
So many left to rot on the vine. So many left to rot on the vine. 
But in their absence I call you mine. 
Yes the labor of the harvest outweighs worth, because I paid attention only to lust. 
You are reason I can awake and trust
Hot so your value, it exceeds degrees, even though you feel far away I feel your touch.
In this life I live I only have so much.
“Jungle”
By: Exile
This jungle that has me trap, with no way to escape.
I am force to suffer and humble my state. 
So many hard lesson that have confused my common senses.
I refuse to let these bars steal my confidence.
Beyond this cell I can be a person of interest.
Yet I let so many small things pull me in a ditch.
Every time I seem to gain some ground a distraction causes me to relent.
In this jungle call prison I have to be cautious or be forced to commit. All thru this jungle it seems I go thru stages like this. The only thing that will bring joy is being on the other side of the fence.

An Appeal by a Transgender Prisoner for Unity

Valdosta State Prison is fully out of control. On August the 8th 2018 an inmate killed another inmate. It has been a very hot summer here, so much violence, stabbings, so many deaths this year and the year is not over! The problem is people incarcerated are not understanding it’s time to set aside the hate, envy, beef with each other this is a time we as human beings need to come together no matter what gender! Unity is strength, unity is love, unity is hope, unity is completeness, unity is correction, unity we will stand, get answers. Without doubt in prayers this is from a heart that have been trouble so many years of incarceration. Divided we all continue to fall no matter what beef you have with another, come together is foremost going to get better results! Stop killing each other! And fight, confront reality and be a source of empowerment to each other! One another stand for what each them all tiny, small, or else it’s going only get worser! Divided we fall. Recognize or get recognized
Written by my pain and long struggles by chance tears reach its destination as I am fully transgender seeking hope, a new growth, I’ve been incarcerated 19 years totally this journey has been a war, still is a war.  Never accept defeat despite our incarceration or color. I’m talking all humankind in best regards. I am a beautiful person in caged within behind these walls. If there’s anyone that would like to write me please do. In all due respect I’m here I solely exist for the poor, blind, and the foremost anyone.. True.. 
In best regards,
Loyalty 
Never forget loyalty 
Never betray another..
Recognize 
or get recognized
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Bound by Chains

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.

By Exile

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

Unity

Unity in these times is a necessity. Families are constantly being separated. And a fatal destruction awaits our communities without the efforts to unify. As we grow in institutions that contains disunified groups. But before I go any further you should have a clear understanding so I’ll specify. (The institutions are our communities and the disunified groups are our families.)
Now as we grow in institutions that contains disunified groups will allow some to stray and cause many to fend for their own. But if we build to change and develop unity our families it will lessen the high probability of the youth to fend for their own, which will give them a chance at avoiding being another statistic. I grow up in a very dysfunctional family most on drugs or caught up in the street life is what we call it. It consists of illegal doings and violence. Which is where I felt right at home not because of what I’m used to, but because there was no unity nor a sense of care amongst my family. So I strayed on a journey in search for something I knew existed but never had. Now I’m facing a life sentence plus five for the lack of knowledge and my curiosity for things that should have been provided to me during my childhood. But because of division I became a statistic. No education, and hardships through mass incarceration. Unity is important because it will bring the teachings, the love, care and etc. I see it as if we’re unified as a whole it itself will bring change upon the community (so let’s unify).

Man Child

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