They Cried, We Cried (RIP Malcolm, Martin, BIG and PAC)

They cried for Malcolm. They cried for Martin. We cried for Biggie. We cried for Pac. They gave Jesse and Farrakhan a pass, we did the same for Puff and Suge. They know and we know the reasons they were killed, but we stay silent. Why? Is it easier to give them a pass? Is the path that we take to feel more united. I hope not. Are we just puppets, following the strings of leaders that lead us not to the promise land, but lead us to ATM's and ask for our money, and tell us it's for "the greater good". How long can we carry on this cycle of lies and deceit? We argue about who was the best of all-time. They argue about which path to justice and equal rights should have been followed. We all miss that it's was all for not, because none of them are around to celebrate their life's work. Is the tradegy them dying in vain, or us disrespecting their memories by letting everything they lived for, get wasted in the wind. I hate that I have more questions than answers. I hate that in another 20 to 30 years, the memories of Malcolm and Martin will be faded. I hate that in another 30-40 years we will all but forgotten BIG and Pac. I hate the fact that in another 50 years, we will of all cried for nothing.

My Life nshit

Somebody told me I'm 32, that's 2 old to begoing out nshit,

getting blacked out drunk nshit.

I told then they right, so I took a hand full of vic's nshit.

See I wild out and can't remember shit so I turned my

life to reaility tv and now I'm followed around with a camera nshit.

I only go out on nights my phone bout to die nshit.

That cuts down on drunk text and the next mornings I'm sorry's nshit.

I'd tried to tell y'all I drink to mask my pain nshit.

My cries for help were just cries in vain. Life had me broken like the Bat, this world is my Bane nshit.

I could only find a love like Courtny's, so these bullets gonna go Kobain nshit.

But they not gonna report bout my death and morn me in the streets nshit,

I be lucky if the pour out liquor and toast RIP's nshit.

But for me, imma be good either way nshit.

Cause I'm drunk off my words, tipsy from my verbs,

high from my nouns. Fucking wasted from my sounds.

See I was writing for y'all, popping bottles to share how I

feel, but I should of been doing shots with myself, really keeping it real.

But I'm a be out and leave you on this note,

I'm additiced to drugs, cause all my words is dope.

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A Lil Lovve Story

A lil love story

Their was once a boy that knew a girl. He knew he loved the girl from
the first time he saw her, the only problem was he didn't know what
love was at the time. His storys nothing special to you. Boy meets
girl, girl meets boy, boy falls head over heals for girl, he hopes
girl feels the same. Yada, yada, yada. Boy is a fucking moron and
loses the only thing in life he's every loved cause he's a fucking
moron. That's just the start.

Years go by, and the 2 remain friends but never as close as they
were once was. They both grow, they have family's that they know they
both should of have together. They stay in contact through the stories
of their friends and family over the years. Knowing what one another
are doing and both wanting to reach out to the other and tell them
what's what. But not sure if it's pride, respect, fear if rejection or
just plain being stuburn that stops them from reaching out to each
other.

More time passes, and the 2 look on from a distance as the
others life is falling apart but still not reaching out until she,
knowing he can only take so much hurt in his life, reaches out and
calls him. From the moment his phone rings and he hears her voice,
every feeling he ever had for her comes racing back to his heart, and
he regressed back to the same boy that fell in love with that same
girl oh so many years ago.

That first conversation goes on for hours. His friends around
him can see that spring in his step over the next couple of days. He's
the old him, but at the same time, he's very hesatant. He knows his
flaws and that makes him scared to comit. Not because of fear of love
but because of fear that he can't give his princess everything he
feels and knows see deserves. He throws feelers out to her friends and
family to see what's going on. Everyone's cheering for them to be
together, because everyone knows they should be together.

The 2 of them flow together, their perfect ocean waves that
crash against the beaches of life in perfect rythem. They're love has
hit the beaches, ran up on shores that have weathered the worst
storms. No matter how bad waves got, they always returned back to the
calm of a lake behind a quiet little cotegge on a private island.

Now when they see each other, there's such a tence, comfertable,
uncomfortable feeling, which I think the 2 of them enjoy because it's
a symbol of how strong their love is. It's kind of enjoyable for the 2
of them. I belive it's the calm that keeps them together. That great
mystery of what if?? What if we stayed together? Or what if this was
the master plan to keep us apart to make our union stronger later on
in life?

Now I know your wondering what happenes to the 2 of them. does
love weather the storm? or does it die on a beach? Washed out againts
the surf. I can answer this question in time, but we have to she what
she says about this story. Hopfully, this lil love story, can turn
into a perfect love story. We'll see.