Jeffrey
Williams
(Each
day I watch as time prepares for its ending )
(I struggled with the stratosphere to battle fear)
(Failure only bails you out but once in your life)
Awakening
(Poem from a picture)
(See, now, what y'all don't realize is that we're like five
centuries deep into these weak lies)
(I once was blanketed by a white man holding a grudge)
Words of a Crack Fiend
(Each day I watch as time prepares for its
ending )
Each day I watch
as time prepares for its ending
Never lending
a wide-open hand of comfort to settle each that breathes
Instead disease
consumes our populous and crops of us die in bloody war
or harsh decor
which we call
that ... government support
Sometimes I feel
as if I'm hanging from a cord
Swinging side
to side with part of my pride just laying on the floor
That's when I
forget what I fight for
If the rights
are the rights with which I was born the three-fifths my
granddaddy had to
live through
The question
turns mental and it soon relieves your brain of pain and
settles on the
surface
Do we deserve
this type of service for real or have we been shut out
of the deal
They told of
old a focus full system of pursuits and dreams but now
a lust for the cream
takes king
Wanting for the
luxury things and not accepting what is real
The fact is that
we still lack in expressing how we feel
We got holes
all in our shield
Dragons' fire
hurts my eyes and night comes quick so I just feel
Let the third
eye take the lead
For Him I'll
be the tree of life that fights and realizes that the seeds
are life
Whole key to
the process to start this progress toward the land of milk,
honey, sugar,
gum, and more
As a soldier
with a sword
A tongue, a pen
Ain't nothing
more
Until we die
we struggle forward to make agreements from discord
A righteous people
as a whole our goal is buried in our soul so it's from
their cue just go
on to beat the
drums when Kingdom come
And we receive
our deed to freedom because we bleedin' through our system
Well if they
say he's white, when we'll contradict 'em.
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(I struggled with the stratosphere to
battle fear)
I struggled with
the stratosphere to battle fear
When I saw glass
shatter, smeared down my face was blood clot from the deep
within
It was sin and
I'd broken my scope lens on life
Lived by the
night and by Satan's matin' and blatant disregard for the
Lord
Like I'd started
my heart and in no part was my mother or father involved
It's like I thought
I could walk, when I crawled
Late night brawls
in alleyways 'cause selling pays but sometimes that smack
don't rack
enough dough
Had to reach
in your car window to make the stereo part of my pawn shop
ritual so my
kids was full
nite by nite
You've been eating
well and I'm the starving type
I'm the block
man
I carry a glock,
no amateur lock to stop my bullets from rockin' the top
of what you got
My heat is always
hot
Yeah, I may have
nice clothes, but they yours
And I may have
tight dimes, but they whores
And I may have
slight sight when you see me at night, but it's just because
I'm high
I can see you
fine
The system was
designed to make me hate the likes of you
In your smooth,
new shoes and jeans creased too
Sweater blue
and beautiful makin' me think I need new apparel
And I don't pick
from the bottom of the barrel so you should be grateful
I've embraced
you
But when it starts
to get dark in my living room because the electric bill
hit the ceiling is
when I get the
feeling that my living ain't up to par
So I look outside,
see you ain't parked that far.
Blam, blam.
See my resumes
full of the fatalities of innocent bystanders or panhandlers
I thrive on 9
to 5s as victims 'cause usually nobody'll miss 'em
No front page
mention next to "President Pees Again"
You're seeing
defeat from the hemp and my unkempt nature
I'm the block
man
Not black, I
didn't say that
And I ain't white
neither
In fact, I'm
no one set of people, I'm just illegal
I'm pieces for
the evil that men do when they slice you, fight you, and
deny your rights
due
You can call
me a chink or a kyke, nigga or dyke, you still won't describe
what the fuck I
look like
I sneak through
the night and rape you of the things you own
Cell phone, jewelry
, pager, CD player and even you sheet covers
So I can warm
up the street corners making 15 bucks for your diamond
studs
Man, I don't
give a fuck
I'm a killer,
a drug dealer, a pimp, the whore's limb that's broken from
the unspoken
abuse that she
is used to
Everybody knows
me
I was rotten
as a seed but now I'm that leaning tree with troubled leaves
Barren ground
surrounds the land I breathe
I am everywhere,
in people you've seen and the places you've gone
As long as I
can rob, shoot, and destroy, I'm filling voids where paranoid's
not prevalent
I'm the malevolent
resident in your neighborhood that was good
I'm the block
man
The block, man.
The block man.
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(Failure only bails you out but once in your life)
"Failure only
bails you out but once in your life" is what a great man
once said to me
I readily accepted
his message and passed it on
Hopin' on its
acceptance in the people who followed me
I made it part
of me to never fail even if I could get bail
Because that
type of derailment only brings bounty hunters
In other words,
those who wonder
And those who
underestimate your raw abilities
Even the simple
things
If you take your
hand for granted, you get your dollars bartered when your
man has 3 of a kind and your
full house was
there, the cards just weren't in order
That's order
to chaos
But, the theory
never seems to see me because I practice tactics of success
repeatedly
So that I never
see those stormy days
And my eyes never
receive those waves of rage
And my cheeks
only speak positivity
Because that's
just me.
Arguably, confidently
the greatest man that ever should be—to me.
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Awakening
(dedicated to
Maryam)
Did you realize
we had been sleeping so long?
Administered
a pill that rendered us ill and got
us involved in
countless brawls with each other Inside
of our own walls?
We never awoke,
we just dreamt that we spoke to
each other underneath
confusing chemistry
The symmetry
of our own mechanics often left our
minds stranded
and abandoned because we never utilized
the options which
we'd been handed
We'd been disbanded
by the mass,
Clasped in lower
class because our minds entwined
with the earth
We spoke tongues
of where we were from on board ships
Hips bore birth:
mulatto babies
A thousand ladies
and many more African men on the
ship coming in,
While the white
men you could count by tens
But their strength
was based within
It was chains
which refrained, and made our tame remain
Yet we lived
outside of locks on hands and feet, bound
by chains of
shame on fields for three hundred years
Though we did
shed tears,
did you realize
we had been sleeping so long?
We came out through
the fifties and toughed tough through
the sixties only
to, afterwards, get "nigga-it is" and simply
fall asleep again
They let us win,
then...
but they did
not quite give in
Slight rights
were taken indiscreetly, but they were so quick,
sweetly, and
neatly performed, it was done before I was thinking
But, remember,
we were sleeping
They beat us
into unconsciousness and coma without the use
of too much physical
(Not too much
to them)
Just enough to
get us stuck in a position that we had already been in:
Administered
a pill that rendered us ill, making sure the chains
remained locked
within
They claimed
we aimed at them
Affirmative action
made the line between fair and unfair bend—
BULLSHIT!
It's because
of my mother's, mother's, father's brother's hate for
you that he worked
so hard on the field for two scores
I would say more,
but you beat him dead before he scored two more
Fucking whore.
Your ancient
granddaddies raped my ancestry, then took the
babies and gave
them new families
Let me do that
to you!
**"Breathe, Relieve
...
Breathe, Relieve
...
Calm and swarm,
let the good thoughts swarm", as my momma used
to say"**
FUCK THAT!
You used, abused,
and chose to bruise me so I owe no grace to you!
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(Poem
from a picture)
Poem from a picture
Page 54-55 of
DREADS: Adrian "Summit" Delany
I am of that
regal demeanor that floors all of you man-whores
My suit costs
more loot than you do
The black man
tackling each of your subversive antics of racial hatred
I've displaced
my rage into new uses by way of your subterfuge: the business
world
First class,
first served, first to be dispersed should the worst occur
Manicure, pedicure-I
know the cure for you disapproval
The new
Spiritual
Powerful
Black Man
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(See, now, what y'all don't realize is that we're like five
centuries deep into these weak lies)
See, now, what
y'all don't realize is that we're like five centuries deep
into these weak lies
Saying our lives
are deprived when in fact we go tour eyes on the prize
And deep inside,
that shit hurts
We were just
immersed into this system, taken from wisdom and sent to
this land of massed-passed
ignorance
Where they trace
you by your fingerprints and any cash you take out in an
advance
And we were once
Africans
Five generations
stationed in a foreign land to become African-American
But we were never
to be there again: the Motherland
We hand each
other covers now and huddle together to struggle the weather
Ignoring the
whistling of heat grates on street pavement
We bark awkward
looks at each other as we pass on street corners
Proclaiming our
heat's warmer than the next brother's
We sell ass and
hot flashes to the men of our new nation
Giving priority
to senators with seniority for the quick bucks and the
Embassy Suites Hotel stay for a
nights' lay
And that's a
bit of your daughter's day... or your daughter's day
We sell crack
back to our own city streets
We
Bust shots out
side cocks to see the speed in a body drop
We
Often infiltrate
the minds of our children and create wrong decisions in
them
We
Gratefully give
the authority to people we've never seen to run our lives
and tell our eyes what we've seen
and ain't seen
We do these things
Never to be free
again from this lady USA's reigns from which we hang
Never to be the
same again
Never to tame
a lion or hear the gazelles exhale while passing by them
Not unless you're
visiting
The place we
live in now amazingly resembles how prison crowds get held
down and each prisoner is
found
The walls of
the projects climb higher than elevators
The gates stop
the great from becoming any greater
This is another
way of slave trader's language:
While they stay
in the main house, we stay in those adjacent
We're new to
this situation, that's why we're so impatient for the statement
to come across: equally free
In the work place
and the court of law: equally free
In all things
we all fiend to be equally free, so that the likes of he
will be the likes of me
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(I once was blanketed by a white man holding a
grudge)
I once was blanketed
by a white man holding a grudge; holding above my head:
weight and 48 slugs.
Saying that's
enough to start a business of love with 32 thugs as employees
in the hood dealing them drugs.
To humor the
man, I took the drugs and heated my hand. Repeated my plan
standing beside this man of the
Klan. Skull head
and devil's eye on me, his gaze was ties to trying me but
I stood high and mightily with
my ancestors
pride inside of me. I dipped out, and left the building
tugging on tubs filled with the drugs I'm
supposed to give
the hood with my love. I loaded them up, packin like a
good nigga would. I looked at the
hood and there
the Lincoln symbol was stood. A navigator truck, black
with the windows tint up. I got this
way by luck but
in this position a nigga was stuck. Gotta deliver goods
to the hood, unload on chosen
targets. White
man felt reduction of competition'd soar my profits. I
got it. Do em in by bullet or knife,
blunt or the
pipe, and needles 've seen through thousands of lives.
I do it all right, I'm rich with bitches
grabbin my arms.
No sirens, alarms, or pay-me-bitches flauntin they thongs.
I'd be out in
suburbia—healthier,
wealthier, livin with a home-cooked meal by Mr. Belvedere.
All for a cost of nothing
to me. Just show
love to all of my family. That was my mission.
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Words
of a Crack Fiend
Every time I
thought I was dying quick, I loosened the belt and looked
at myself, said "I ain't expiring shit". I've passed out
on tires and fired at my own dick but just forgot that
the clip was another 20 bucks and I ain't have that shit.
I've lived life to the fullest. Just the other day, I showed
this gay guy exactly where he could stick it. Side streets
is home to me. If it weren't for them other fiends I'd
probably have a steady economy. But they rob me of my sheets.
Anytime I get my feet covered them thieves be hovering
over me like I'm some type of ovary waiting to get poked.
When I walk I see smoke, even without the dope, no joke!
I'm you, just minus the hope. I'd hang myself if I could,
but no rope.
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