Just Another Nigga

Tough times never last

It’s all in your mind

I am living luxurious

It’s all in my mind

when I dream of dream

so marvelous

like a shooting star

This is what I wish

when my dreams are shot down

Being black in the wrong town

I’ve been told I am just another nigga

Freedom is not a blessing

Freedom is luck

Difference between blessings and luck

Blessings are miracles provided by heroes

Luck is just a demon telling in your mind

“you are not safe,

I just haven’t had the time to kill you yet

and when I do, I will piss on your grave

You are just another nigga

and will always be

I don’t care about your accomplishments

I don’t give a fuck about your dreams

Until I kill you

I will haunt you in your sleep

Why do think ghost are white?

Ask yourself that

everytime

I tell you

You are just another nigga”

This Is the World We Live In

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That’s what’s wrong with the world

Men want to improve their circumstances

Men aren’t willing to improves themselves

We disrespect our self-respect

for a greater addiction

Moments of a broken elevator

and the lights goes out

Stuck in the same spot, demons attack behind closed doors

A world of darkness,

blood and gore

But what we fear is too prideful

for our acceptance

so we receive the weapons

like a recruit going a war for

but for the wrong purpose

We kill those we love

because we hate the truth.

We rather look cool

so the power of addiction do what it do

Turn blind to a light

that was suppose to help us seek

and worship a dark world

that lacks form and void

and hate are the words we speak

Fallen angles control our mouths like translators

to force a language so that can slay the weak

instead of improving those that are fragile

we take the advantage of the inexperienced

Life is prison on the outside

Its about adaption and survival of the fittest

Crime rate increase in areas

where it feels like its impossible to find a meal ticket in a way that’s legitimate

But how can we conform with society

when racism exist

Contagious like covid

and killed so many lives

and some were innocent

The master of slaves

get jealous of the

slave that don’t even have a third

of what the master have

but one small accomplishment of a slave

will form rallies of KKK

A thin line between love and hate

on a deeper level

Its a thin line between Jokes and Jealously

Some say jokes is really jealously

in disguise

Jokes is a serpent, jealously is the dragon

So is love really pure, or is love really hate?

Do you come on social media

express how you grateful for life

and your accomplishments

and then go to the mirror and cry yourself

to sleep because you can’t stand the sight of your face

It be the people with most prettiest faces

that does the most hatred

So if racism was a neighbor hood,

it would be Centreville, Illinois

disguised as a beautiful attraction

so another words just pictureMidtown Manhattan

with all the riots and that’s the world we live in

If you had power to destroy one or the other, would you destroy racism or covid?

I Will Never Go Back

I don’t resonate with old me

Too many dark paths

To many demons in me

It took years for me to conquer

To make it this far I’m honored

and I will never give the past over me

I plan to accomplish my dreams

If I bleed

I won’t die

It’s a scarfice for a better life

Learn Not To Make Assumptions

Just because she is nice to you and find you attractive

doesn’t mean she wants to have sex with you.

Just because she is sexually attracted to you

doesn’t mean she has deep feelings for you.

Just because she has deep feelings for you.

doesn’t mean she wants to marry you.

Just because she is independent

does not mean she does not need a man’s protection.

Just because she needs a man’s protection,

doesn’t make her desperate for attention.

Just because she sexually open minded,

doesn’t mean her vagina is open to the public.

Just because he wants sex from you

doesn’t mean he think your gorgeous.

Just because he think your gorgeous,

doesn’t mean he wants a relationship.

Just because he wants he want a relationship,

doesn’t mean he has plans of marrying you.

Just because he shows chivalry towards a woman,

doesn’t mean he is not masculine.

Just because he was raised by a single mother,

doesn’t mean he is not masculine.

Just because he protects women,

doesn’t mean he does not have a weakness.

My Black Queen

I fell in love with her

the moment I Iaid eyes on her

I had a mission

to be in position

to be a king

by her side

I look with my eyes

and see a queen and I must provide

Always promise to protect

She is gorgeous regardless

of her style of clothing

She could wear house sweats

She could wear a Cinderella dress

Hairstyle could be of cornrow braids

Hairstyle could be box braids

Her black beauty have me amazed

Her love have me trapped in a maze

I’ll protect her home with a riffle

I’ll protect her on the street with my fist

I’ll provide her with a spirit from an angel

I’ll provide anything for her like a genie grants a wish

I’ll take her on trips to travel the world

I’ll take her by the hands and show her to the world

Would You Want Somebody To Read Your Autobiography?

“If you don’t learn to write your own life story, someone else will write it for you”

This quote is remarkable to someone like myself trying to increase my wealth.

I took heed of the many voices that led to many choices. Staying patient, trying to remain focus The accolades to celebrate the daily grind, I know I deserve it, but yet still not where I want to be.

“Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams stay true.” The line has been attached in my mind since the age of sixteen.

When I was a teen, I had dreams of accomplishing everything, Losing my virginity at 17, Having a car at 17, moving out going away to college at 18, having a bachelor’s degree at 21, going to clubs and partying at 21.

At 17, I graduated high school a virgin, damn near didn’t lose my virginity until 21.

At 18, I had poor SAT scores plus I was a B- student, so ending up going to a community college.

At 21, I was attending farmingdale state college while contemplating becoming a police officer which failed miserably due to failing the oral psychological test, plus I didn’t get my bachelors degree until 27 due to me switching careers at 23, but I did finally get a car which was four years overdue.

What happens is as you age, you come to the realization that Welcome to reality is not Welcome to Disneyland.

Everything does not happen according to plan.

Reality is allowing yourself to be the scapegoat and never forgiving yourself while in actuality the scapegoat is someone else utilizing demon tactics to paint you as one.

The end goal is to wake up the day before you die and hearing Michael saying that you won.

But how do you win, how do you become a winner? How do you get a good night sleep, knowing you don’t make enough money? How do you get a good night sleep when you have to make a choice rather spend money or stay hungry? How do you get a good night sleep when you try to find the root cause of why black lives don’t matter in America?

These are complicated questions and my answers to each don’t remain constant.

So when I hear “If you don’t learn to write your own life story, someone else will write it for you” this poem that I have written is the true definition.

I feel like Jesus starving after 40 days and the people that give advice are the devils, tempting and pressuring me to see the light.

I write this to let the ones know that are proud of me to don’t tell me how to feel.

This is a preview of an autobiography that shows the misery, but in 10 years when I turn 40, hopefully I will write an extension with something more positive.

Questions I ask as a Black Man

These last 2 weeks have been very emotional for me. I have been thinking hard about how much racism affects black people in America. I sometimes think what would life be like if racism did not exist but then I snap out of it because I try not to dwell on something that would never become a reality. I am going to list some questions that I have been constantly been thinking about for the past two weeks.

1) Do you think that Barack Obama becoming president helped black people or hurt black people in America?

2) After the George Floyd incident that took place, does this make you more hesitant to date or marry a white person?

3) Do you think black people need to do more to help each other and if they do, besides protesting what ways do you think black people can help uplift each other?

4) Do you think christianity is a false religon for the black man?

5) When you first learned about slavery as child, how did it make you feel?

6) What do you think black men should do to protect black women more?

7) Do you think black women as well need to do more to protect black men?

8) For anybody, do you think to becoming successful requires sleepless nights every now and then?

9) Do you ever imagine what life would be like now if Christopher Columbus didn’t come to America in 1492?

10) Do you believe that black liberals have a slave mentality that keeps black people from moving a step forward or do you think America is designed to keep black people back?

11) Do you think that black conservatives are educated people that do research and really care about the government and politicians helping the black community?

12) How do feel about Joe Biden when he said that if you vote for Trump then you ain’t black?

If you want, you can comment below your answer to one of the following 12 questions above. These are quest

Poetry Verse

I heal like wolverine
Under a rainstorm
I choose to be seen.
Running away
was a childish game
I decided to put away.
It can rain for 40 days
but the rainbow
is God’s way
Of saying
For every dark night
there is a brighter day

My poetic disorder

My poems are bipolar
500 poems written and I’m diagnosed with a poetic disorder.
I can write something romantic one minute.
I can write something very frantic,
it makes my mother panic
the next minute.
My poem can make a turtle come out its shell
My poem can make a heart melt

My poem can break a woman down.
My poem can break a heart so bad,
can have a person go missing
like keys in the lost and found.
My poem demonstrates my sexual abilities
about me boasting about my stamina and agility.
My poem also describes why pussy is too easy
that sex is

barely pleasing.
I can be a tease.
I just do enough to make her knees weak and cum all over the sheets
just with my words.
My pants, they zipped up and that’s my word.
My poem describes misery is a devil that tricks me,
into thinking life was made to be easy.

Devil tactics are drastic.
Smoking weed is the habit
to just  be poetic.
But yet , I wrote at least 20 poems of how Jesus is my greatest weapon.
I wrote a poem about how teachers and pastors are the biggest hypocrites.
My mood swing in my poem goes up and down like a stock exchange

My poetic words taught me to take chances ,
when I have a shot close range.
But I’m a sniper rifle, so I don’t want a relationship unless its long distance.
My poem is a sniper, because when in deep thought, I can go for long distance
like a female pastor that’s long winded.

My poem is joyful like Nickelodeon shows, just PG rated
Or my poems can be more destructive than the coronavirus,
which is demonic rated.