D.Greaves http://dgreaves.posterous.com Well Veresed. Never Rehearsed. posterous.com Mon, 31 Jan 2011 05:53:00 -0800 AFRIKAN HYPHEN AMERIKKKAN http://dgreaves.posterous.com/afrikan-hyphen-amerikkkan http://dgreaves.posterous.com/afrikan-hyphen-amerikkkan

Bars

It was the hyphen that killed me

not the new afrikan or the amerikkkan

my name is Shareef Allah

illustrious god.

Which is ironic because where I am going

there is no luster nor a God

in my human form I was an inmate

at Pelican Bay maximum security prison

in Del Norte county

California

275 acres of pure pergatory

home of 3450 victims

5 advocates for the devil and 2 antichrists

lest I forget anyone forgive me

but it is hard 2 concentrate with all this heat

being produced by the bowels of the earth

a small roll call 4 allies and enemies

the aryan brotherhood

la eme or mexican mafia

nuestra familia

the Texas syndnicate

the rollin sets crip and blood

black guerilla family

nestas

united blood nation

folk nation

people nation

dc blacks

dead man incorporated

the vice lords

gangster deciples

ms 13

not 2 mention the Dominicans

Columbians

Cubans

Jamaicans

and various men of lethal ability not affiliated with

specific sets but possessing specific knowledge necessary 4 

survival on the killing floor

I went 2 college in Compton

and achieved my doctorate in long beach

dont believe that shit about Tupac

he wasnt a gangsta

but made a...lets say miscalculation

and paid the price 4 actin like one

thank God 4 Reagan and the sac town repubicans

under his administration we went

from Saturday night specials

2 Sunday morning massacres

he not only ignored the plight of aids patients

but the plight of neglected communities 

begging for any kind of aid

its all good  though

God bless the national rifle association

and various well intended affiliates  

4 blessing the sets with firepower

rivaling the armed forces of this great country

 

It was the hyphen that killed me

not the new afrikan or the amerikkkan

my name is Shareef Allah

illustrious God

which is ironic because where I am going

there is no luster nor a God

excuse any misspellings

it is dark and hell is hot

shout out 2 dmx

I was in human form an inmate

at angola state prison in louisiana

wonderful locale for a prison I must say

surrounded by 3 sides by the Mississippi river

hell...catfish can kill a man in that muddy roller

Angola

the home of 5002 victims

6 advocates for the devil

and 3 antichrists

oh..and a beautiful

state of the art execution chamber

please keep in mind when I use the word victim

I dont mean no disrespect to those whom we have

murdered

mutilated

raped or ratted out

nah..see we are among the black population

victims of the hyphen

the netherworld that exists between afrikan ideology

and amerikkkan ideals

as a result we 

hesitiate

with no permanent affiliation based on being

a hyphen decaf fiend nated people

we long 4 brotherhood

any form of brotherhood

and will kill 2 remain in the brotherhood

I dont expect you 2 truly understand

its all good

you dont have 2 worry about me anyway

I am about 3 stones from the sun

aka hell

or is that the planet earth

can't tell which is which sometimes

 

It was the hyphen that killed me

not the new afrikan or the amerikkkan

my name is Shareef Allah

illustrious God

which is ironic because where I am going

there is no luster nor a God

I must give love 2 the systems of supermax

that turned me from a fiend into an armed and dangerous

human being

roll call 4 pergatory

 

Holman in Alabama

usp or united states penitentiary in Tuscon Arizona

Varner in Arkansas

Csp in Florence Colorado

Vsi in Somers Conneticut

Florida state in Railford

Usp in Atlanta GA

Idaho Max in Boise

Tamms Correctional in Illinois

Wabash Valley in Carlisle Indiana

Usp in Leavenworth Kansas..what they downgrading 2 medium..put an ass at risk next 2 this one

 

Kentucky State in Eddyville

Maine State in Warren

North Branch in Maryland

massa nigga you sit correctional in Massachusetts

Minnesota Correctional in Stillwater

Miss State Pen in Sunflower County

Jefferson City in Missouri

New Hampshire state in Concord

New Jersey state in Trenton

 

 

New York..concrete dreams where..sorry 

I love that damn song

 

Attica

sing sing

and Southport in New York

Ohio State in Youngstown

okie state in Oklahoma

Usp in Lewiburg PA

Riverbend in Tennesee

Estelle in Texas

Utah State in the Mormon State

Wallens Ridge in Virginia

Wisconsin State in the Whiskey State

 

As you can clearly see..when it comes 2 prisons

we as a country cant stop

wont stop

shout out 2 P Diddy 

or Puffy

or Shawn

dont blame him 4 Big

Big was from Brooklyn man

and any cat from Brooklyn

who is street wise know the game

inside and out

they got esp

emergency secure positioning

they dont walk into an enemy camp 

unless they temporarily forget..

the street creed

Big had street cred..in Brooklyn

in New York

Big had street dead in Cali

lions and tigers are both cats

dont make em friends dig

oh man

I gotta go

they got a line forming

can you believe this shit

how they gonna take my homemades

in hell

damn

a brother cant even get justice from satan.

 

 

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Thu, 13 Jan 2011 23:31:00 -0800 THE SOUL OF A BLACK MAN http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-soul-of-a-black-man http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-soul-of-a-black-man

I don't sweat my past
Unless U bludgeon me with yours
I don't care if the score
Is four
Or
Landing against my will
On a foreign shore

I don't sweat the hit list
I was deemed a terroroist
Before the word was defined
Nat Turner's rebellion
Killed me and mine
Multiple times

I don't seek a copyright on corruption
A patent on pain
What is the gain
If I'm running in place
All that does is help you
Focus your aim

I don't sing Negro spirituals
And celebrate Martin Luther King
'Cuz I dig hearing the disenfranchised
The wretched
The despised
Plaintive wails when they sing
I am a man
My birth from the earth
An earthling

I don't concede
So what you think is sociological greed
Is actually a refusal 2 bleed
I've been Crippin
My Blood before the Bible was written
If I'm shy it's only because for your love
I've been twice bitten

So you hear my screams
And while you sleep peacefully
I have nightmares when I dream
U represent the stripes
But I am the seam
The glue
Without me
Old Glory
Is gory
Through and through

So you hear my diatribe
And say black man is at it again
But let's not pretend
Never did I intend
2 win
I just refuse 2 be defeated
I kill mine
It's on page 46
Next 2 Garfield, Charlie Brown and Viagra signs
Black on black crime
Sign of the times
Doesn't even register while you stand
In the Mega Million Lottery Line
And you got the nerve 2 say
What's the problem
It's 2011 everything should be fine

I don't try 2 be Tiger Woods
'Cuz the woods got a lot of trees
And I'm a strange fruit still
James Bryd Jr
Against his will
My name ain't Marcus
But I do read Garvey
Simultaneously
Tryin 2 convince my
Lady
All black men don't think like
Steve Harvey

I don't admit 2 being what I'm not
Try not 2 live in a constant state of readiness
But I swear it feels sometimes
I'm surrounded by angry cops
Not tryin 2 read my writes
Nah if I say the wrong thing
The pendulum swings
And I don't walk into my house that night

I don't deny being hyper sensitive
2 light
Man I've become
Aquainted with the night
Bet you didn't know
In city after city
Black men pray for snow
Or torrential rain
Anything to ease the pain
And catch our breath
Before we walk back into 500 murders
A year
the Answer my friend
Ain't blowin
In the wind
My tears are from
Mortal fear

So we call each other
Brother
'Cuz truth be
We
All all we have
The Million Man March
Was a salve
But even on that special day
Amidst Black Brother's peace and harmony
The government
Emptied Washington, D.C.
Why?
What makes me and mine the enemy
In the midst
Just because I sing in the key of freedom
And By Any Means Necessary raise my fist

So why when Brothers get together
All past drama fades
Is it the sacrifices we've made?
Or are we tired of being sacrificed
For the right price?
Is it the kinship we feel?
Or are we fed up with our kin's
Skin
Being peeled
On fake appeals
2 a judicial system
That want me 2 be a piston
In the engine
At least Slave Drivers didn't fake the funk
They said welcome 2
Yo..WHAT IN THE HELL
IS A HOUSE OF DETENTION
I good damn good grades in skool
I paid attention
And I still do
'Cuz I don't care whether a brotha
Is 22, 32, or 42
When black and white
Fight
Black turns 2 blue
With shades of red
Damn right I'm not afraid 2 die
But who is gonna tell my daughter
Your daddy is dead
And how did I die
Murder in the 1st, 2nd 3rd degree?
Or justifiable homicide
Did I catch it in the back by Black
Or was I taken for a ride
Did I slide
Or get blown off of my feet?
At the Compton Swap Meet?
Or in Houston
Or San Antone
Or Naw'Leans
Or the Tidewater
Or the 5 buroughs
Or the Ill a Delph
Did I respect myself ?
Did I pretend?
How did I meet my end?
And more importantly
Does my demise mean
Life can begin again?
What whould you do if
You didn't have me 2 apprehend?
Would Max security Jails exist?
Yo..
I know I can be evil me and mine
But many times
I was just mindin mine
And you couldn't resist
'Cuz how dare I
Expose American lies
And stand like John Carlos
Raisin my fist
Who gave me that right?
Look in the mirror
And see the love
You taught 2 fight
Might
Don't make me right
It' s made me
Sadly
An afterthought
Dawg I ain't gonna
Run
We brothers been on the hustle a long time
Whatever you gonna do 2 us
It's fine
But just remember
WE STAND
BACK 2 BACK
BLACK 2 BLACK MAN
Always
Alpha 2 your Omega
KIn
2
Your
Klan
How then can you ever hope 2 understand
THE
SOUL
OF
A BLACK
MAN!

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