Niggas cry, but we’re tearless.
Niggas are loud, but we’re voiceless.
Only shells of who we were.
What were we?
Now we’re just soulless captives, slaves with no spirit.
Category Archives: My Voice
What’s Knew
Beef is old The ops ain’t change Blaq is unique I’m fresh You know the things that you hid Your secrets come to the truth or come to the light Your soul glows dark with glimmers of bright What’s knowledge to truth A lie is you But what’s new
Inherited This
often it’s times when I feel that my mind is blind
Easy On Me
take it easy on me your words could be so heavy on me
#GoEagles
What are your favorite sports to watch and play? I was born a Philadelphia Eagles fan. I grew up in the ’90s where the average kid my age was either a Dallas Cowboys fan or a 49ers fan. It was a hard time growing up repping the birds. Where Randal Cunningham left the team andContinue reading “#GoEagles”
Why Write
Why write To channel my mite Take over the world I might Interfere with political heads A conservative Dread I shine bright I write To express my right 1st and second amendment nigga Never hesitate I trigger Intelligence A Gangsta’s temperament Pardon the rhetoric I fight With the pen Squeeze it ‘til the light’s myContinue reading “Why Write”
For Freedom
stuck on this cage my rage is deep a visceral grief
Sad Day
it’s a sad day in hell, Dawood died, I’m still alive
Sad Day
Why Wait
So much time Why wait I grabbed the Pen… let my tales spin
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