Poems

How you want it?
Tied up by hands and feet,
Or hanging from the power line?
Are your new expensive sneaks
Where you want it?
In an 8×10 cold, hard cell
Or in a box one story,
Above hell?
Either locked up or dead,
It’s your pick.
And even though it’s your shoes that’s hanging,
You can’t kick.
And even tho from your cell
You’re staring at da clock,
It won’t tick.
Because being tied up ain’t no joke,
So when ma dukes sees you shoes hanging,
Her heart’s broke.
And because being tied up it ain’t funny
Stop doing dumb stuff to get money.
So don’t allow them to send you tied up out east.
Or don’t allow your laces to be tied up,
And people saying R.I.P.

Bound, tied down, held against my will.
Trapped by my own words,
Bound by my own actions,
Tied for my own choice,
But I had the choice so was it against my will?
Was I forced here?
No.
I freely tie my own hands,
I freely gave another person the privilege to judge me,
So am I really trapped or freed when my choices changed.

The first picture reminds me of the predicament that I’m in
Locked down with nothing to think about but my life
It makes you think before you react
And this picture inspires me to never be in a position that this photo is expressing
And one way I could not be in this position anymore is by excluding the negative
And inhaling the positive
And also by leaning on the Lord’s side

“Where you goin bro?”
“Don’t worry I’ll be back soon.”
“But you don’t want to get your a** whipped in this madness.”
“Naw bro I’m gonna be back to get you.”

One thing I learned about celebrities
They always think that they are better than me

That because the money they have
They believe it’s a melody

Even though we all are the same
Except some are celebrities

When I look in a girl’s eyes
I can feel her lies
And sometimes a girl lies
Make a man really want to cry
and I’m like why?

A girl’s lies make some good men
who love them feel he’s not nothing
and now he wants to die
from knowing about her lies

Ma you told me don’t be dumb
Ma you told me to go to school
Ma you told me don’t get locked up
Ma you said do what I got to do
That’s why I love you Ma
Now I’m locked up thinking about what you said
What you told me not to do
And I didn’t listen
Because I’m locked up Ma
And I didn’t do s***
Ma I like to see you smile not cry
Ma that f***** up I got you going
Back and forth to court
Ma you told me I’m not no bad son
Ma you know when I come home I’m not coming back here
Ma I do not want to sit over 1901 no more
Ma all I do while I’m in here is think about all the
S*** you told me
Ma I know you missing days off from work
Ma you told me about my dumb ass friend
Ma that’s why I love you
Ma you always told me some good s***
Ma you told me I could be something in life
Ma you told me you want me to do right
But Ma take me by my word
That I’m going to do right
Ma you told me to do all the good and not the bad
Ma you told me you do not want to see me locked up
Ma you told me

Fears explode from her eyes
As the bullets explode from an AK47
Looks of disbelief find their way to her eyes
As she watches her firstborn son
Being taken away by the streets
She tries to warn him
But she doesn’t get through
And now he like “Ma, I should have listened to you,
Because the streets got me arrested
And you just wanted me to go to school”
She says “Don’t blame the streets, son
The one who got arrested was you”

People tell lies
I never know why
But I don’t care
Because I’m never gonna cry

I look in the sky
Lies go so high
But they can fall
And hurt
A lot

Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I’m mad
Sometimes I’m fine
I guess the mood swings
Is because of the time
They can lock my body
But can’t put chains on my mind