To whom this may
My nationality is New Afrikan and my story is not much different
than many young people growing up in a struggling ghetto
I been labeled a criminal
but I'm in no way a socio- path.
I lost my parents to the streets' and it's no surprise i fell
victim to the same vicious cycle.
But unlike my my mom's and pop's I became the predator while my
folks was the prey
In the streets there is rarely a winner.
Whether surrounded by buildings or trees a jungle is still a
jungle and to quote a friend of mine in the concrete jungle the
beast will eat until it's has been eaten so it's best to be a
man and and let the beast devour itself'- S. Bini.
The street help mold me to become the man I'm today the street
is like many things in America i.e. there are positive and
negatives. The negatives far outweigh the positive.
The streets conditioned/trained us to think as thugs, gangsters;
and pimps. This is the grooming those of my circumstance
receive. We are not trained to be men, fathers, mothers, women,
accountable adults, etc.
The circumstances surrounding my arrest will be forth coming
though limited due to the appeal process still being available
Nothing about the streets or prison is cool nor slick. Many of
us feel that we had no choice in doing some of the things we
were doing or did. However do we control our destiny or are we
victims of politics that created such circumstances to move
us in unproductive and and self destructive ways
unbeknowing to us for economic means and classism??
What I'm about to say is a sad truth - prison has become the
black man's Harvard because it's the cell that has remolded the
mind of many of us and produced men such as Malcolm X; George
Jackson. All life is generated from a cell and this hold true to
a prison cell as well.
The prison cell has given life life to many dead ( unconscious/
unaware) people as myself. Consciousness is to be aware or to
know. To be conscious is to be Human. The prison cell is where I
was able to transform a thug mentality, a criminal mentality
into a revolutionary mentality, i.e. a mentality geared towards
change within myself, change in the mentality of a conscious
Black Man. I believe everything we go through whether good
or bad becomes a part of our D.N.A. this poem will give a person
a better insight of who I'm;
It's hard being a real brother clutching on steel pouring cool-
aid on hill figures, for dudes I cut for, take a bullet
for and you asking me what for?
Cause this check I wrote till death won't bounce. to quit is to
cave and excuses.. don't count.
Yeah! The Black Man blues, short sticks with long brooms, two
feet planted whether it be the tomb or the court room, bullet
wounds in my flesh powder burns I digest, on the front line I
will die !
In peace I may rest, battles I can't win, with stripes I must
defend, done been to the pen behind friends and, I still can't
turn my flags in!
When you break weak I got to stand strong, I strive to go hard..
while you strive to go home, these checks I wrote require day
and night, for better or worst, up's and downs putting in work
from birth, running myself in the dirt - and you
asking me.. why my back hurt?
I guess you got to become me or walk in my shoes, I drank from
the cup but I drank to fill my blues , yeah the real Brother
I can't bend, break, front, fake, fold, or get hacked it's like
I'm married to this game, which is not a game at all, and my
team lose if I get sacked.
My word is my bond, my life is my son, my deuce is my gun, and
my fear is to have none, cause I refuse to run and for my
honor.. I Die.
MY heart have got hard, but I still show regard, call out to the
lord.. but it seem like I can't cry, so when bullets' fly it's
my fault , locked in with no way out, mess some clout, this is
what I'm about even if I'm the one to get caught.
It isn't in me to bad dime, I ride for the cause and hide from
the law, I'm not scared to get ragged down, dig this - my
partner got a lick and since I'm the corner stone of the click,
they came to me when things got thick, I took in all the
evidence and made it mine, not realizing when they be out
balling, I'll be doing time.
I kept it real, a mark would have squealed, but I chilled and
put it all on appeal, but got cheated in the deal.
See I respect the code of the street, the code of the " G" but
when they gave it to me, I said mess the law I will never help
them make a case, now tears in my son face cause his daddy out
of place, with no trace of my peers, missing my little man's
younger years all because I kept it real.
Regreret? sometime I have some, I'm going to walk when my time
comes, In your eyes you a real brother so what would you
have done? stand strong, I'm not surprised, I was in jail
camouflaging my cries squabbling dudes twice my size for
mistaking tears for fears in my eyes, but I didn't ask to be
real, I was born like this, sacrifice for sure for you, maybe
got me scorn like this tattoo and tore like this my root's won't
pluck, I'm praying, I'm going to be down until I get laid down,
all the X real brothers would still be real only if they had
stayed down, but these my blues, yeah the real brother blues, I
just spread the news to who I choose, A tale of a real brother,
can you dig his blues?
For the ladies out there, there are three things you must
Principles, Morales, and self - determination.
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