by redclay | Dec 25, 2019 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Non-fiction
Land of the Free
Marlan Barrington
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
How can we call this the land of the free? When we have a major human rights issue, we have more people incarcerated than any other nation in the world. How was this nation ever great or ever will be great? The honest answer to that is, it never was great and maybe in due time this nation can become great, this nation treats its people like numbers more than they are treated like actual human beings and that just isn’t humane. I believe it’s time for a change from these outdated laws and lawmakers whose mind states are in an outdated time period, things in this era change fast and I believe certain things such as laws and people should change just as fast to keep up with the climate, as they say in Jamaica “Ah young people time now”.
I believe drug abusers should receive more mental health care, not jail time. Jail doesn’t provide the right means to rehabilitation for an abuser, it adds pressure and stress that builds up in a person. This causes them to relapse when they are released from incarceration, the War on Drugs was a failure considering drug use was on the decline before the “war” was declared, and the drug that boosted the “war” was “Crack”, which didn’t mysteriously hit the streets till sometime after the “War on Drugs” was declared, there were two “wars” that was declared but the one involving the Contras is the one that turned its people into monsters.
If we put the same amount of energy into helping those who need it mentally, that we put into trying to arrest them and properly rehabilitate them, we would have a much better society, I believe honestly feel that the jail/prison system should be for violent offenders, such as murderers, rapists, child molesters, etc. As a capitalistic nation there’s other ways to make money besides Mass Incarceration, which is hurting us, putting out a bad image of us to the rest of the world, making our nation look just as some of the same nation we look down on such as those in the Middle East.
How can we say we want world peace when we don’t even have peace within our own nation? Once we as a nation find our sense of community things can start to improve and problems will begin to find the best humane solutions. Some issues shouldn’t be issues in this nation, such as the sickening issue of homelessness. Those in need of assistance can be placed in facilities with or provide them with social work programs, to which they can complete and get on their feet. America is a capitalistic nation, we would want people to spend money, so why not give them what we want them to spend, at the same time boosting the economy, reducing the homeless numbers and also reducing unemployment rate.
The education system needs some improvement also, instead of when our youths grow up and enter the real world running into stressful situation, schools should start from Junior High School teaching kids about taxes, interest, mortgage, investments, debt, credit, and trades, so we can properly prepare them for the future. The money spent on the “Space Force” is insane. If aliens are real, how are we so sure they are a threat when history says our nation is usually the threat, or how do we know there will be some sort of galactic battle? Even the extreme amount of money we put into our military can be used for better things and the betterment of America’s social climate, Also since this is a capitalist nation, putting money to the society will increase education and jobs encouraging more workers, which would result in more money for the nation. Equality can’t be a quality without unity in the community!!
by redclay | Dec 25, 2019 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Non-fiction
Shopping While Black
Phillip Anderson
Nonfiction, Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility, August 2019
When walking into the room, the smell was uplifting the warm air made me feel comfortable. Just the smell of fresh fabric was enlightening to the environment. The salesman and woman were very nice and welcoming with smiles on their faces.
The layout and display of clothing was eye opening, the mannequins were very well styled which tells me the visual is creative. As I walk through the department store the music was relaxing. With nothing less than luxury brands surrounding me me me just want to shop.
As I get to the sportswear section to the far right back of the store, I noticed an army green silk Dries Van Nuton suit. My first thought was “I’m here for a client not myself.” Nuton happens to be my favorite sportswear designer.
As I’m admiring the silk luxury green fabric on the inexpensive suit (it was on sale) an young black sales man approaches with an very expensive Gucci suit in hand. He smiles and says, I have a better option in blue. Of course I checked it out, the only difference was the color and of course the price tag (Because it wasn’t an sale item)
Like most salesman who work off commission he’s trying to make me believe the suit he’s holding is better option because hes the person working in the high end store so hes right and of course to make more money for himself and the store today.
I went into a deep thought while still listening and being very polite…
“I’m a visionary, I see things others don’t in themselves. I’m very creative but quite, a really heavy thinker. I can listen to 12 conversations at once and still think through everything. I’m very well dressed also know what works for others, as far as clothing. Outrageously talented in seeing through people in their true colors a great observer. Most people think Im an easy target but I’m like a bullseye hard to hit home.”
This guy is trying his hardest. Very interesting piece I say to the well dressed salesman. The scent of his cologne was Satel 33 a very intruding and expensive smell. I simply thanked him for his opinion and moved on with my purchase.
While walking back to the front of the dimly lit store towards the register I noticed another mannequin with 3 amazing David Yurman bracelets, none of which on display for sale. I thought “Damn just the pieces I need to complete the look. Once I reached the register I noticed an older white guy standing about 6’3 dark hair blue eyes, wearing a navy colored suit white button up shirt with a red tie. His first words were…”How are you paying” with no emotion but a very stern look in his eyes. I thought hmmm, “No how are you”. “Did you find everything ok” or “Who helped you with your purchase” being that they do again work off of sales. I then realized he looked me up and down, I’m wearing a comfortable gray Nike tech sweat suit with blue and white Nike running shoes. I’m a little flamboyant with my mannerisms but not too much, just kind of in my shopping element but I’m almost sure he noticed I was Gay, and of course Black.
I went on to say I’m interested in your stores studio services.” Studio Services is a service most stores offer to creditable wardrobe stylist. He says this location doesn’t offer that service. Once I got that response I asked for the manager Chris which whom I work with all of the time who by all means know me very well and offered me these services on several locations and yes I’ve used.
My warm uplifting feeling all turned around now I’m feeling angry and very unhappy. After realizing I knew more than he thought, he started to try to explain he misunderstood what I was asking and he’ll be happy to help me. However at that point I figured I’ll deal with him later being I was pushing for time, I pulled out my card and ID, made my purchase and headed for the door.
What was supposed to be a very productive working day turned out to be very disappointing and stereotypical.
The following day I contacted Chris made him aware of my experience and he comped me my entire purchase. Moreover just because I didn’t lost my cool and act as expected I received a very expensive suit on the sake on me just keeping my cool. After being judged on who I am and what he thought I stood for, which I’m sure he thought was “NOTHING.”
STAND FOR NOTHING
YOU’LL FALL FOR ANYTHING.
by redclay | Dec 25, 2019 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests
White Hope
Darrell Haley
First place, fiction, Heard/Arlington County Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019
Dam it’s hot out there already! D-Mak said walking into his Ethiopian friends tobacco store.
D-Mak I haven’t seen you in a while where have you been? Sameer asked.
D-Mak shook his head and exhaled deeply then put his hands behind his back like he was being arrested.
Oh I get it. Sameer said understanding that his friend had been incarcerated. Sameer quickly put Newports, a bottle of water and a mild Slim Jim into a paper bag then sat it on the counter. D-Mak pulled out a ten dollar bill.
No my friend this is on me today. Sameer said in a heavy accent.
Thanks Sameer you good people’s man! D-mak bumped fists with Sameer and army saluted him and walked out of the store in a good mood. Instantly he stopped outside of the store’s door and looked at the flier. It was a picture of a pretty older white woman with blonde hair and a shapely body of a softball player walking a white expensive looking Pomeranian. It had a cellphone number and a date of when the dog ran away.
D-Mak sat on a small white fence knowing the Newport he was about to smoke would make him light headed. He inhaled the cool menthol smoke instantly feeling the satisfaction of a pleasure only a true smokers name brand can give. He opened the Slim Jim and took a bite chewing and looking up at the clear blue sky as his mind raced — thinking about just being released from jail in Arlington, VA and he had less than a hundred dollars to his name and was stressing the fact that he had lost is 98 Ford Contour with all of his main clothes in the backseat in a expensive designer duffle gab. But he wanted to badly see his three children and spend much needed time with them and was planning to move back to his hometown to Manassas, VA and to try and get his job back which was mandatory at this point having to start over from ground zero.
Rerfff!!! Ruffereff!!! The sharp barking sound scared D-Mak and broke him out of his racing thoughts making him look down fast.
Dam you little bastard you scared the hell out of me! D-Mak squinted his eyes staring at the small dog noticing it was real dirty and mangy with gum stuck in its fur looking like it had just jumped out of a dumpster.
Refff!!! Rufffef!!!
The small dog barked at D-Mak and started wagging it’s tail then danced on it’s back legs turning in circles like a show dog. Dam I wonder where you learned that!? He said to himself amazed at the dogs little performance. He broke off a piece of the Slim Jim pitching it in the air and the dog jumped about 3 feet off the ground catching it in it’s mouth and doing a backflip all in one motion.
Holy shit!!! D-Mak was impressed and wondered what else the dog could do. He gave him another piece and the dog quickly stood on it’s front legs like a handstand then started draging it’s ass on the ground with it’s back legs kicked out in front of him leaving behind a trail of blood and started yelping in pain.
The dog stood in front of D-Mak with a pleading look in it’s eyes and he noticed that the dog was dripping drops of blood behind him. D-Mak quickly went into his Eddie Bauer book bag and grabbed some paper fast food napkins and the dog walked toward D-Mak like he knew what was going to happen next. He lightly grabbed the dog with care and turned him to the side.
D-Mak lifted the dogs tail seeing now that the dogs rectum was down to the next layer of skin and bleeding so bad that D-Mak knew the dog needed veterinary emergency care. D-Mak thickly folded the napkins and started dabbing where the dog was bleeding at. It started yelping three times louder than it did the first time as D-Mak kept dabbing not paying attention to his surroundings trying to slow down the bleeding.
The bleeding started to slow down as the dog started to lightly wimper and howl and D-Mak stopped. Still holding it’s tail up a small turd the size of a Snickers bite size candy fell out of the dogs rectum with blood and small worms moving wildly on it.
Got-Dam dog you need serious help! D-Mak said out loud. He noticed the bleeding had mostly stopped and he decided to pour water on a napkin and do one more dab and try to get the dog some help. The dog made a howling sound so loud and shocking it scared D-Mak.
He looked down to see something that looked like a piece of rope dangling out of the dog and picked the dog up and layed it down on its side and D-Mak went into his book bag and pulled out a plastic bag, lifted the dogs tail then grabbed ahold of what was now almost touched the ground. D-Mak slowly pulled and the dog cried out like it was getting kicked and abused.
A young white man comes out of the Cricket cellphone store and stops in the doorway. What in the fuck are you doing man!!! The Cricket store employee yelled more like a teenage girl than a young man.
I’m try’na help this dog now call animal control and shut the fuck up! D-Mak yelled at the man. And went back to slowly pulling what was now as thick as a mans pinky finger and about three feet long that looked like a leech and D-Mak slung it over in the grass. He slowly poured water into the dogs mouth as it weakly drank it with pleading eyes looking up at D-Mak.
I’m sorry little buddy I’m figuring I had to do it. He said to the dog.
Get the fuck away from the dog now motherfucker!!! D-Mak looked up but already knew who it was by the authoritative tone of voice.
Motherfucker get down now! The police officer shouted.
Man I ain’t do nothing! D-Mak yelled.
Both officers put D-Mak in a wrestling move, one with a knee in his back and one had him in a headlock. Sameer came out of his store shocked at what he was seeing and his friend in handcuffs. D-Mak was thrown in the backseat knowing he was going to Fairfax County Jail. A frustrating tear came from his right eye knowing he was up shits creek with no paddle.
D-Mak was charged with animal cruelty, resisting arrest, assault on a police officer, loitering, verbal assault.
And being black kneeling over a expensive white dog laying by a pool of blood.
D-Mak got processed and then put in a cell.
Busted lip, black eye and Nike boots to the ribs D-Mak layed there thinking in reality terms. Probation violation, and bogus charges and most of all lose of freedom with a high ass bail.
Haley your bail has been posted! A sheriff yelled.
D-Mak didn’t get up thinking the sheriff maybe said Bailey. The sheriff opened the cell and D-Mak was thinking to himself who posted my bail.
D-Mak gets released realizing his cellphone is turned off, low on cash and it was after 10 pm. A silver Mercedes CLS 550 pulled to a stop in front of D-Mak. He couldn’t see inside from the tint. A pretty older white lady with blonde hair wearing a black spandex Nike suit walks over to D-Mak and gives him a hug catching him off guard and she smelled like his favorite perfume.
I’m Taylor and thank you for trying to help Hope.
Who in the hell is Hope. He asked confused.
My special dog Hope you tried to help by your friend Sameer’s store, I’ve seen it on his security system!
So you posted my bail?
Yes I did and look at your face they really did a number on you. She lightly touched his face turning it to get a better look.
My bail was pretty high.
Oh that’s peanuts to a queen. Taylor said like she was talking about five dollars instead of five thousand dollars like it was nothing. Well where do you live? She asked.
Well I just got out yesterday and I was gonna try to get to Manassas and see if my cousin would let me couch surf for a few days until I come up with something because I’m low on cash.
Dam I totally forgot, I owe you for the reward.
What reward? He asked still confused.
You didn’t know Hope had a reward for up to $10,000.
What the fuck for real?!
Yes and how would like your currency? Direct deposit, prepaid credit card, bitcoin or cash. She asked.
Dam your serious! He said not believing his luck.
Well get in we gotta ways to go!
Where are we going?
You’ll see when we get there.
Dam this is nice Taylor.
It’s ok my Corvette is in the shop.
Dam you own a Vet shit!
To be correct I own five vehicals.
D-Mak whistled and threw his book bag in the backseat. Taylor typed on her cellphone then instantly August Alsina. “FEAT” Young Jeezy/make it home tonight sounded good on the premium sound system.
Taylor pulled off fast then sparked a joint.
Dam that smell like the chronic girl.
I only smoke that good D-Mak. She said with pride.
So do you know I good lawyer Tayler?
I am a lawyer and don’t stress I’ll take care of everything.
D-Mak smiled to himself reclining the leather seat. Taylor went through her playlist surprising D-Mak.
Did you eat?
Naw I didn’t want that shit.
Well I’ll cook you something when we get to my house.
D-Mak nodded his head in agreement. Minutes later pulling up to a 4 bedtroom, 4 full bath, 2 car garage, heated pool, a full gym, hot tub, pool table, x-box, flat screens and everything else you could want at home.
They get out of the Benz talking about tomorrow, little white Hope and a lawsuite.
I have already writting 3 books starting in 2009 when I could see the story line easy with no writers block. First book is titled Fa$t Money. Second is Extreme Chances. And the third is Black Girls Lost $oul. I can draw but I’m a writer at heart. And thank you for taking time out to read this short which is my first and it was fun. Better dayz to you.
by redclay | Dec 25, 2019 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests
From a Boy to a Man
Troy L. Sweetney
Fiction, Heard/Arlington County Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019
Lamont Fayney was born in Washington, DC on the day of September 14, 2004. Born to an unbelievably wealthy family that he wouldn’t soon to know until he was much older. But as far as he knew, he only has a brother 2 years older than him, a mother and a step-father. Lamont was introduced to things a at very young age that made him curious as he grew. Living in Southview Apartments on Southern Avenue, he had his first encounter with a girl at his age of 7. He would never forget it. Although Lamont was active in inappropriate ways for his age, he also stumbled upon some good qualities. He won the Spelling-B in the 3rd and 4th grade that were on 7th and 8th grade levels, he played the violin and also was skipped from the 5th grade to the 7th. Lamont was very intelligent indeed for his age. He was as some people would call him, an “educated-nut.” But a lot would soon change in years to come for Lamont that he never would have intended to happen.
Lamont, his brother Bernard, mother and step-father moved out of the rough ghettos of Washington, DC to a small town in Maryland named Langley Park. “Ma,” Lamont called to his mother, whose name is Sonja. “I’m headed to work in an hour, do you need me to do anything for you before I leave?” She replied, “Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Go get me some Newport’s from Andre real quick.” Andre is Lamont’s step-father. He didn’t like him much but he still called him “dad” for the sake of normality. Lamont never knew his real biological father. “Damn ma, can you just call dad and tell him to bring you some?” She replied, “What I just say?” “Ok, I’ll go ma, wasn’t asking to leave the house though. Thought you might’ve wanted something done ‘around’ the house but whatever.”
While Lamont was walking to his step-father’s job site, which is 5 minutes from where they live, some guy named Ghost caught up to him. Lamont didn’t know Ghost so he was skeptical as Ghost approached him. “What’s up Rock?” Few people called Lamont “Rock.” He was given the nickname from around the neighborhood because of his solid body like a rock and he was only 15 years old. Lamont replied, “What up bro, do I know you?” “No, but people told me a lot about you. I think you’re a good candidate for the cause.” Lamont said, “What cause the hell you talking about man?” “I know this is probably ‘weird’ but we been watching you for a while now, we like your style. Just wondering if you trying to get some real money other than working at that crusty burger joint,” said Ghost. Although Lamont didn’t know Ghost, he was curious as to what he was offering, so they exchanged phone numbers. Ghost set a time and date for them two to meet.
The day came for Lamont to meet Ghost and as expected Ghost called Lamont early in the morning at 8 am sharp. “Yo what’s up Rock? I need you to meet me in downtown Silver Spring near the hotels at the Subway.” Lamont replied, “Damn bro, I know we spoke on this a couple weeks ago but my job called me in today even though I took off. Can we reschedule this man?” Ghost said, “Rock, what we got to offer you, you’ll never have to work in your life, neither will your kids. Look Rock don’t get it confused. We don’t need you bro, we want you. So come on man forget that rinky dink burger joint. I’m talking real money. Plus, I put in a good word for you so don’t make me look dumb.” Lamont pondered on it, not even knowing what he was getting himself into but gave-in and replied, “Ok, I’ll meet you there. Hope it’s worth me losing my job, I’m still on my probation period; I’ll get fired for not going in.”
So, for the sake of money for his immediate and only family he knew, Lamont met up with Ghost at the appointed destination gambling the risk of him losing his job. As they spoke, Ghost went over every little detail of the plan of what him and his team wanted Lamont to do. Lamont thought they probably wanted him to be a get-away driver or a muscle-man to rob a bank, but he was wrong. Ghost and his team wanted Lamont to enter into a multi-billion dollar company office building, locate the treasury department, find the safe, crack it open and take all the financial papers that are in there. The only problem about cracking the safe is he has to solve an algorithm, but not a mathematical algorithm; it’s an alphabetical algorithm. It’s a very hi-tech sophisticated safe and he only as 3 attempts to open the safe before police are notified. Lamont still wonders why he was nominated to attempt this task but know he’s smart and slick enough to fulfill it.
Now is the day when Lamont is to put to the test, risking everything behind it. If he gets caught, he would be looking at serious jail time. Ghost calls Lamont around 7:30 am and gives him the run-down once more. “Rock today is the day you go from a boy to a man,” said Ghost. Lamont was ready, dressed fully in business attire. Although Lamont is 15 years old, his facial features and physique would make him pass for a 20 year old intern. Ghost’s team specialized in a lot of things, so Lamont was given an ID badge and a key card courtesy of Ghost’s team. Once in the building, Lamont went straight to the building’s directions, then to the treasury department unnoticed. Surprised that his key could work for the treasury department’s main office, Lamont went in and hid in a janitor’s closet near a corner far off until 9 pm when everybody was completely gone. Once clear, he went to the safe; although nervous, cracked it open on the second attempt. “One step closer to pay day,” Lamont thought, now he just needed to leave. But little did Lamont know he dropped a sheet of paper near the safe.
There was no way for Lamont to leave the building without the hallway motion sensor detecting that somebody is there alerting security, so Lamont slept in the closet. He was awoken by chatter near-by and heard his last name “Fayney.” Lamont’s heart dropped, he just knew he was caught maybe by a hidden camera, but that wasn’t the case. Lamont heard his last name again, “Mr. Fayney, who could have possibly known the code to get into the safe other than you?” a lady said. The lady is Mr. Fayney’s personal assistant. Mr. Fayney is the founder of the company being ran throughout the building and their business being to sell and ship “hi-tech automatic self-buffering machines” to all hospitals and government facilities across the nation. As Lamont tuned into their conversation, he suddenly became curious when he seen that him and the founder has the same last name. Lamont had a plan.
Stepping out of the close unnoticed, he slipped into the bathroom to freshen up. Going over to himself in the bathroom as to what he was going to say until, coincidentally Mr. Fayney suddenly appeared. “Like a sign from the heavens” Lamont thought, he went straight to work. Seeing Mr. Fayney’s ID badge, Lamont said, “Wow, Mr. Fayney I was just headed to your office to request to speak with you. I’m from a firm in Virginia that would like to consult and do business with you.” It was 11:30 am so Mr. Fayney invited Lamont to lunch to further their discussion.
As Mr. Fayney spoke on things that didn’t interest Lamont, Lamont waited patiently to speak on what he really wanted to say. Lamont thought to himself, if there is no relation, then he’ll just turn the financial papers to Ghost. But if there was his conscience wouldn’t let him go through with it. Lamont now took the floor to speak and asked Mr. Fayney some personal questions such as, did he have any siblings, nieces or nephews etc? Mr. Fayney felt Lamont was out of pocket asking such questions but he answered them as asked. And to Lamont’s surprise, Mr. Fayney said, “I have one sister named Lois Fayney and one niece named Sonja Fayney.” Lamont shouted, “That’s my mother’s name!” Then Mr. Fayney said, “My sister was a ‘hard egg shell,’ she kept her daughter away from the rest of the family and never said why.” It was like a family reunion to Lamont.
Lamont confessed about the financial papers and explained he only did it to better his family. He gave the papers back to Mr. Fayney. Then Mr. Fayney said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you and ‘our’ family.” And so he did, so Lamont never contacted Ghost again.
by redclay | Dec 20, 2019 | Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
THEN (IMAGINARY TALE PART I)
Sascha C.
Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019
THEN & NOW
I CONSIDER ‘R ROOTZ
WHO WE’VE BECOME
FROM WHAT WE’VE BEEN THRU
HOW WE SHAPE ‘R SELVEZ
TO BE AMUSED
WE ARE THE ANIMALZ
EACH A ZOO
FATHER GOD
SET HIS PERSONAL STAGE
WHY YA WERE BORN
IS WHERE YA’VE BEEN PLACED
WHEN HIS SETTINGZ SHIFT
ADAPT EACH PHASE
IMAGINARY TALE
WILL DISPLAY:
“CREATION” & “BIG BANG” SEEM TO MEAN THA SAME TING
THAT @ FIRST WE WERE LIGHT THEN WE CHANGED CYCLICALLY
WITHIN FORCEZ & FORMZ WE’D GENERATE ATOMZ
HOW THIS LOOKED OR PLAYED OUT I CAN’T EVEN FATHOM
THA MORE SHIT KEPT SPREAD’N THA CLOSER WE TETHERED
PARTICLEZ BROUGHT SUBTANCE, EXPLOSIONZ & WEATHER
NEXT MOLECULEZ EMERGED & WE COMMENCED TO LEARN
JUS MOVE’N & EAT’N AS THA MELT’N POT CHURNED
THA MOMENT WE COMBINED & WORKED IN ONE BODY
BACTERIA DAWNED, WE GREW & SPAWNED COPIEZ
ALGAE & FUNGI WERE ‘R FAM’S INITIAL SPLIT
SO THA FOOD & THA FED INTERCHANGEABLY SWITCHED
WE STARTED AS SPONGEZ THEN FISH FURNISHED FACEZ
DIRECT’N ‘R MOTIONZ TOWARD KELP RICH PLACEZ
ARTHROPODZ PAVED THA WAY, FROM THA OCEAN THEY BURST
WALK’N THRU OUT THA WORLD SOW’N PLANT’N IN THA DIRT
AMPHIBIANZ CAUSED SEEDZ WHEN WE ELEVATED
AS REPTILEZ WE PROSPERED THEN GOT DEVASTATED
WE FLOURISHED AS MAMMALZ, SPORT’N FUR ON ‘R HIDEZ
FLOWERZ ADORNED REGIONZ WHILE THA BIRDZ FLEW ON HIGH
PRIMATEZ PRODUCED THUMBZ WHICH PROVOKED US TO USE TOOLZ
& SO WE’D GATHER FRUITZ, HUNT MEATZ & COLLECT JEWELZ
@ LAST SOMETHING ELSE CHANGED; WE BECAME SAPIENT
LANGUAGE, SHELTER & FIRE MADE US FEEL RADIANT
LOOK’N BACC
UNDERSTAND’N ‘R PAST
WHAT STICCZ TOGETHA
IS ALL THAT LASTZ
ALSO IT’S TRUE
IF WE FNA THRIVE
WE’LL EACH SERVE ‘R OWN
STRIVE & SURVIVE
BEEN A LONG ROAD
’TIL WE BECAME US
SEX, DRUGZ & FIGHTZ
WE DO AS WE MUST
STAY ENTERTAINED
AMID THA CHAOS
LIFE IS A GAME
EACH TURN A COIN TOSS
NOW (IMAGINARY TALE PART II)
IF THEY LET ME CODE HEAVEN
IT’D BE A DOPE ASS PLACE
YA COULD JUS FUCC THA BADDEST BITCH
OR TRY OUT EVERY FACE
LIKE TV YOU’D SEE EVERYTHING
EVERYONE EVER DID
FIND OUT FORM THAT UNREQUITTED LOVE
WHAT MADE HER TICC?
YA COULD HEAR HOW YO HEROEZ
BROUGHT THEMSELVEZ OUTTA BED
EXPERIENCE’N LIVEZ
OF THOSE THAT ARE DEAD
PAINT YO PLACEBO
IT’S YO WORK OF ART
YA GET WHATCHU BELIEVE IN
@ THAT END OF YO PART
I’D CHITCHAT WITH ADAM Iraq 8000 BC
‘BOUT HOW HE CYPHERED WORDZ
& ASK ENOCH HOW THA HELL Ethiopia 6000 BC
HE TRANSCENDED THIS EARTH
OR SEE EVERYONE DIE Turkey 4500 BC
AS NOAH REIGNED FORTY DAYZ
WEIGH THA GODZ BE’N BHRGU India 3600 BC
THEN RESHAPE THA RACE
GO FISH’N WITH FUXI China 2700 BC
OBSERVE’N HIS WAYZ
STARGAZE AS ZOROASTER Iran 1800 BC
& PUT TIME INTO SPACE
MOSES THA BIG ONE 1200 BC
HOW’D HE MERGE ALL ‘M HOODZ?
SPARK LIKE EIGHT WITH BUDDHA Napal 600 BC
LEARN’N WHAT HE UNDERSTOOD
JESUS MANIGGA Israel 0
WERE YOU REALLY WHITE?
WITH MUHAMMAD HIT GHAZIS Saudi Arabia 600 AD
EXCITE A NATION OF MIGHT
LIVE THA GLORY OF GHENGHIS Mongolia 1200 AD
& PHILOSOPHIZE
SEE MAYER COME UP Germany 1800 AD
AS HIS ROTHSCHILDZ RISE
ONCE REALITY BLANDZ
THRU ALL THIS KNOWLEDGE
I’D EXPLORE POSSIBILITIEZ
GO DOWN EVERY RIDGE
CONQUESTZ WITH THA BOYZ
MY GIRL & NO JAIL
PUZZL TOGETHA MY BEST LIFE
HOP IN & SAIL
CLOSE WITH A THOUSAND YEARZ
OF ECSTASY & BLISS
NIRVANA THEN COMEZ
& I’D HIT THA SWITCH
AN ATHEIST HEAVEN
A FINAL RELEASE
TO FEEL THA CONCLUSION
ETERNAL PEACE
DREAMS (IMAGINARY TALE PART III)
HOW SHOULD WE LIVE?
WHAT IS THA MEAN’N?
WHO CAN WE HELP?
WH ARE WE FIEND’N?
WHERE’S IT ALL GO’N?
WHEN WILL THIS ALL END?
STRUGGLE’N TO TRIUMPH
FOR WHAT THO, MY FRIEND?
INDIVIDUAL AIMZ ARE TO
ISOLATE
MORAL AIMZ ARE TO
GATHER & SHARE ‘R PLATEZ
COSMIC AIMZ ARE TO
GROW, LIVE & THEN DIE
FULLFILLMENT ARRIVEZ
AS DREAMS HARMONIZE
LET’S TAKE A STEP & LOOK INTO THA FUTURE
‘BOUT ONE HUNNIT YEARZ & WE’LL HAVE ONE PRODUCER
NO JOBZ FOR ANYONE SO TO BE MADE USE OF
WE’D SELL ‘R SOULZ AS FUEL FOR A MATRIX COMPUTER
WE’D CLIMB TO THA LIMITZ LIKE WE ON A LADDER
DIMENSIONAL TILL’N INTO MINDZ & IN MATTER
’TIL AUTONOMY’S REQUIRED WE’D BE A BLACK HOLE
EITHER IT POPZ OR WE EAT THA SUN, THEN WHAT’S ‘R GOAL?
MINE AWAY ALL THA PLANETZ, UNVERSEZ THEN COSMOZ
BIGGER & BIGGER ‘R STRUCTURE WOULD COMPOST
WE’D JUS KEEP EAT’N & GROW, USE’N ALL WE AVAIL
BIDE’N BY MOTHER NATURE TO BEGIN HER EXHALE
‘R FABRIC WOULD THEN FLIP, THA EXPANSE WOULD REVERSE
THIS IS WHAT THEY MEAN WITH EACH DOOMSDAY CURSE
COULD WE ORGANIZE ‘R SELVEZ SO ON THA RESET
WHEN REALITY STARTZ TO TAKE HER NEXT BREATH
EVERYTHING IN ITZ PLACE & SHOULD BE @ ITZ BEST
‘R PROWESS IN THIS RESPECT WOULD BE ‘R TEST
BUT HOPE MAY BE FOUND IN THA FRACTIONZ OF MATH
WE’D DECODE THA BIG BANG, WRITE VARIATIONZ OF PATHZ
WE’D MAKE SMALLER BANGZ THAT’D HAPPEN MUCH QUICC’R
& ESCAPE FROM THA END LIKE WE DRUNK OFF THA LIQUOR
APPETITEZ & ADVERTUREZ, WE’D PERSIST TO SUBSIST
SPIRAL’N ETERNALLY; CHASE’N A WILL TO EXIST
IGNORANCE PROVIDEZ TRUTH
YO SEARCH CANNOT CEASE
FEAR PROVEZ USE
YA LIVE TO APPEASE
VANITY PROVIDEZ VIRTUE
EXAGERATE YO PROJECTION
SUFFER’N PROVIDEZ LOVE
WIN YO SELECTION
DENOTATION
RECATION
ENGAGEMENT
ACHIEVEMENT
MEANING
SOVEREIGNTY
WITHIN THIS FINAL STATEMENT
RECEIVE MY RECIPE
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