Gotta Write

Gotta Write

Gotta write, about what? This shit… what shit? This life shit

Nah, I can’t talk about that because, it’s too deep,  too many secrets that a nigga can’t repeat.  I have a gift to write, I see visions that allows me to put on paper characters that are palpable.  But that ain’t enough.

My reality is deep,  like a one hundred and thirty year sentence behind the concrete and razor wire tundra. Where the time gets longer, and the sleepy don’t sleep. And the woke is ready to be waked…

Feel me?

I nod to myself because of course I feel me.They talking to themselves answering themselves. I’m writing to myself, peoples disappeared so I’m visiting myself.

Niggas cry, but we tearless. Niggas are loud,  but we voiceless. Only shells of our former selves,  we once were??? Now we’re only soulless captives, slaves with no spirit.  The former US, I figure is looming above this Graveyard, in the form of ghost. Waiting on us to be released.  So, it could embrace what we were or what we’ve become.

They call us animals,  prisoners, convicts, and inmates.  Subscribing to what they call us, we play the part, Wilding out in this mothafucka,  jailing, in this mothafucka, and petty telling in this mothafucka.

This mothafucka???

Yeah! This Mothafucka!!!

Yeah!

This mothafucka is the belly of the beast, no man’s land, Big Bertha,  the  hoosegow! This foreveruary. This is a final destination for too many niggas.

Behind a wall that’s un-climbable and a hundred doors that are unopenable,  Behind a window that won’t crack.  Freedom is seeable but unattainable.  Like a release date that’s one hundred and thirty years away.  The condemned must pray, or say fuck it.

Praying to the Almighty power of the appellate division, where court rules are supposedly the Bible,  case – law is the scripture,  and these crooked ass crackas, posing as gods, raining down unjust judgements are Lady justices’ disciples,  judging as if they won’t be judged first.

The faithful put their trust In the court. An affirmation of a conviction is only a test from the Chief Supreme Court Justice above.

The faithless say fuck It, it is what it is. Fuck putting trust in a system that’s fundamentally flawed. Found upon racist ass decisions, “Dread Scott “ and “Plessy”.

“Fuck it niggas” say – fuck it – and put their trust on their ability to corrupt a cop. Drugs, so they could get high enough to escape, a cellphone so they could social media relate.

This here is a reversed Graveyard where niggas are buried alive,  with their souls hovering over. Waiting,  when present and past can embrace.