We Will Rise (Poem)

They whose names we must never mention hate freedom Because freedom means we dont have to believe their lies Which means we have the right to think for ourselves Which means one day we will rise

The Narrative (Poem)

God bless America Halelujia The government is here for you All those times you got lied to and swindled by politicians was all because you didn’t vote Yezzzireebub When you dont vote Politicians magically become crooks and liars So vote like your life depends on it Because it does


Sellout a stadium You think you’re something special Push millions of albums You think you’re something else Try so hard to get on Then forget where you came from Just cuz you talk about it Don’t mean you know where you are

Take it How You want It (Poem)

I say what I say And you can take it how you want it I’m not oblidged to try to change your mind I don’t need to answer your questions Or react to your antics Or partipate in your boorish mind games If you can’t understand what I’m saying Then I’m not talking to you I don’t explain myself And I don’t pander to tools

KorNy (Poem)

You know when somebody steals from you And then they smile and wave in your face And you know they did it But you let them get away with it Because you can’t prove it Then they act like they do you favors But they’re really just doing it to steal from other people too

Crying in my Cornflakes (Poem)

Oh boOo hOoOo I’m crying in my cornflakes Every morn is the same ole thing I watch the news And bOoOo hOoOo in my cornflakes because I got no rights And I’m too lame to think of something new And too dumb to sit and think it through

Ground Zero (Poem)

Ground zero in the pyramid piques a lucid revelation When the breadth of what you know extends to the realm in front of you No news of wars and violence No rumors of what’s to come No memes inciting chaos No ads to rip you off Just a little bit of intrigue to proliforate your insight into what it takes to manifest a change within your reach

Harlem Gentrification

I been wanting to take pics by the murals on 125th. I finally decide to take one while I am with my fellow recoveree who is… Ummmmmm… Let’s just say I felt mad awkward because she didn’t seem to know what she was doing.

FuCken Hurbz (Poem)

I can’t remember when I stopped looking the world in the eye I can only remember the reason why What’s lower than a hurb on the chain of survival? Reminds me of a page I tore from the Bible ‘Do not fear the people of the land, for they will be our prey…’ Yet the world remains silent as they get stepped on and flayed

Sobriety is a Gift (Poem)

I tripped over a lot of curbs Trespassed on many yards Jumped over a lot of fences Walked miles around many blocks I got bagged into many wards Looking like I ought to be there Acting like it’s not my fault Spitting at everyone in sight