The Painful Visit Back...

"...you feeling it again eh?" - Moms

FUCK THE GOVERNMENT

I threw out the bullshit hoping to catch some type of realness
instead there's excuses to cover reasons and the mainstream asks me if I feel this?
All this time I
wanted to see exactly what was good in my vote right?
I try with my might to keep positive thoughts in spite that there's negativity in my sights and this so called light that supposed to shine bright is only flickering cause my vote damn near got my lights turned off.

Ready to march on the White House with a gas pump and a sawed off.

Glad that I was raised in the ol school cause the new rules seem to be set for fools who live to love words that are far from the truth
we at war for security
we fine with the economy
as far as we concerned Bush should get immunity
60 million spent on finding out where Clinton's nut went
3000 dead with only 600 grand for truth development
3 billion into 7 in a matter of 10 seconds
and to think I voted in 3 elections post
drugs traded for weapons
and the Patriot Act is supposed to protect us and yet neglect the constitution that used to be what we were salutin' but has been traded in for illusion and we just started to get wise but the lies covered the confusion

Yet there's the fine print that says for what I get caught with I'm locked for a brief stint yet the ones who brought it to me walks free cause they work for the Government? Bullshit, or Bushit is what I call it, you step your game up only to get thrown down and fucked because of it.

and before I vote for this black man I need to know where he stands
will he clean up this shit or does he wipe ass for the man?
and as I fight to keep my lights on I check my cell phone for taps and check the hood for traps so I can conference call the hood to let them know when a plane is on its way to the projects
but it's sad cause paying for gas killed my cell phone minutes so I have to call collect
fuck black and white, it seems only green gets respect
and the more of it you have the more liable the connect
and when the shit hits the fan you are trained to neglect
cause it's the connects will insure that you feel no regret
until  can't come through with your end
and then?

can't run from what's only in front all the time
and it ain't what you just hear but what you listen to in the lines
our nation defined by broken foundation and war crimes
and when the dust settles I'll be the fucking pot talking shit to the kettle
and while they investigate me to see if I'm down with Bin Laden

I'll be on the muthafuckin' frontlines finding justice for those forgotten.

FUCK THE GOVERNMENT

The SoD

The Green Incident

"...anything is possible." - Kevin Garnett

I predicted 40 pts.  Ray Allen losing his mind (or finding it at least).  Tony Allen banging on someone, them being cocky enough to bring it back this way, and make it look good at the same time.   Yall was fooled.  Kobe getting MVP was a smokescreen, fuck what ya heard, it's about what you forgot.  We busted that ass when we saw them last, and don't give me that Pau Gasol crap, they were a regular team before and after him.  We were better from the beginning.  Period.

To KG, Jesus, Sam I Am, PJ Brown, Cool Ass Doc, yall deserve it....to Rondo, Allen, Posey, Powe, Big Baby, and House yall got something to show the kids, now bring it back.

and to think my BoSox won their game too.

I know somewhere in Phoenix there's a big dude laughing his ass off.  Somewhere in Colorodo a girl is looking up at her man saying....

"I told you he's cursed for life now...."

go green

The SoD 

Mid Day Hunger.....

"......we need to do lunch again..." The SoD



Clocks ticking
traffic moving slow lights glowing yellow
still I stay mellow
moving north on Main Street
destination unplanned then again
what else is new???
inside sits a divide where the false fights with the truth
and walls become obsolete when
real recognize real and
the inner soul partakes on a journey that ends when
you don't really know where the journey first began
yet
we enjoy tracing back the steps...
and it sucks that in life those steps are taken
quiet as kept
words pacing in a box yet
there's this embrace of this misplaced
freedom
a level of mystery so easily defined but so
much of a complex respect 0f things inside
that the heart can never forget
and no mortal can ever divide


sitting down
feels just as good as the first time
same feeling of butterflies
not visable to the naked eye
smiling at everything that comes my way
only from the right of me
refusing to indulge so I can keep focused
on good company
thoughts flash like a view finder
with most of them
with you under me
catching you staring
the chill I get with you glaring
makes me chew on the ice so I can
justify the shiver that came out of nowhere
all that's missing is the burger fries and coke
or was it pepsi?

cinnamon buns
long walks in the morning
carpeted floors
face sweating
knees burning
hard working
boss jerking
still smirkin'
long distance eye flirting
it was curtains

and on the way back I was highlighted by
the way we brought back what has been lost before
a pastime not shared by those who value it anymore...


the chance to do lunch.....*


*part 1