The Last Thoughts From Just Another Brother...

In loving memory to everyone that I have lost and everyone that I have gained...

Can I Just Live In A Society Without No Flaws, Its Just A Dystopia A Motherfucking Dystopia, Fuck The Minks And The Fine Ass Cars…

My Heart Has Bleed To Much, Who Do You Think Gave The World The Idea Behind Loubs?, I Once Bleed So Much I Stepped In My Own Blood, You Could Paint The Town Red If You Walked In My Shoes…

My Brain Works In The day, My Brain Works Overtime At Night, It Seems My Brain Has Two Jobs And Works Hard For A Chance Of A Better Life...

If God Forgives, Is He Really Capable Of Damning Your Soul Over Sin You Choose To Commit?...

You Can't Insult My Lyrical Intelligence, When I Finally Run Out Of Words, I'll Lock Myself Up For Lyrical Negligence, Lock Myself Up For Lyrical Negligence And Throw Away The Key, When I Run Out Of Words I'll Happily Die Out In Solitary...

I Told The Undertaker To Take Me Under, As I'm Grave Digging Into My Past, I Pray My Bones Shake When I Feel The Thunder...

Art Is Word, Word Is Art, Art Is A Mirror Image Of The World, I Can Sit And Reflect, But It’s Up To Me Where I Want To Draw The Line...

There Once Was A Chosen Two, There Was Once A Chosen One, I Rather Be Chosen Then Be A part Of The Chosen None...

Pre Mediated Calculations Ruin The Fun Of Life, Sometimes The Art Of Just Living Needs To Be Added To The Equation, I Got A C In Maths, But Sometimes In Between I Forgot To Be Me, I Got Some Calculations Wrong, Which I Dealt With In The Aftermath…

I Spend Time Thinking About The Legends At Night, I Spend Time At Night, Thinking About How I'm Gonna Become A Legend In My Own Right…

Sometimes I Imagine A World Where People Didn't Care About Image, It Don't Hurt Using Your Imagination Sometimes...

Coming Up From Basement With The Intention To Be An Addict Addicted To A Life Living In The Attic...

When The Zebra Died As He Crossed The Road, Nobody Cared, They Carried On Walking, As People In Society Don't Care About Stepping On Toes, They Stepped On The Zebras Toes As It Became A New Crossing In The Road…

The Blood In My Veins Feels Like Chains Because I'm Descended From Slaves, I’m Descended From Slaves Who Were Enslaved Out In Runaway Bay…

The Shepherds Tell The Sheep To Follow The Rest Of The Herd, But When Will The Sheep Get The Wool Out Their Eyes To Realize There's Only been One Shepherd On This Earth?

Ascension in Detention...

The definitive date when they were tried I can’t remember

I can’t remember but if I try to think back I’m sure it was last November

I’m sure it was last November but thinking back I truthfully can’t remember

I truthfully can’t remember so let’s propose when they were tried it was probably December

It was probably December but still after many tries all I can remember is the wintery weather

All I can remember is the wintery weather so I don’t honestly know whether it really was December

I don’t honestly know whether it really was December as I can only remember the wintery weather

I can only remember the wintery weather so for all I know it could even have been in September

It could even have been in September but as times gone by I can only try to remember

I can only try to remember but hopefully somehow I will remember how this event transpired on my timeline

This event transpired on my timeline but the first thing truthfully that I can remember

The first thing truthfully that I can remember was that I was just a supply supplying the schools supplied lines

I was just a supply supplying the schools supplied lines at the time

At the time I was supplying the schools supplied lines at the time when children choose to commit the crime

At the time when the children choose to commit the crime I was just a supply with supplied lines at the time

At the time of the crime I took my time to supply my lines

I took my time to supply my lines to stop myself from getting tongue tied

To stop myself from getting tongue tied I supplied my lines in my good time

In my good time I took my time to supply my lines after the children finished supplying their rhymes

After the children finished supplying their rhymes I took my time

I took my time to use my imagination to get myself in the right frame of mind

To get myself in the right frame of mind I used my imagination to imagine an image at the time

At the time I used the projected picture in my head and said fall in line

I said fall in line and the cut the curse words as I supplied them with lines

I supplied them with lines which they had to write right right into their home time

They had to write right right into their home time but at first they wouldn't write right

They wouldn't write right so I made them write line after line

They had to write right right into their home time but at first they wouldn't write right

They wouldn't write right so I made them rewrite rhyme after rhyme

They had to write right right into their home time but I remember reassuring them

I remember reassuring them if they write right they would be home in no time

They had to write right right into their home time but I remember reminding them

I remember reminding them if they don't write right they would be here until midnight

I remember reminding and reassuring about writing right

After I repeated the word midnight a couple of times they began to write right

They began to write right and they wrote their names on top of each page

They wrote their names on top of each page but I refrained from calling them by their given names

I refrained from calling them by their given names so I gave them a nickname

I gave them a nickname and nicknamed them The Wright Brothers

I nicknamed them The Wright Brothers as their pens began to take flight

Their pens began to take flight  but I honestly can’t remember how many times I had to repeat the word right

I had to repeat the word right but I know I repeated it so they could get their words right

I repeated it so they could get their words right because I wanted my righteous message accepted

I wanted my righteous message accepted so the boy’s minds could finally ascend to the heavens in detention

With my righteous message the boy’s minds finally ascended to the heavens in detention

 The boy's minds finally ascended to the heavens in detention

After ascending to the heavens in detention they arrived back in class with minds of men

A Diamond Dozen...

I remember the days that I silently sat in arts and crafts

In those days as I sat in arts and crafts silently sitting perfecting my art

I sat there reading line after line

I sat there reading rhyme after rhyme

I sat sometimes messing up words and verbs from my verse

I sat sometimes reciting line after line

It got so bad one time that I refused to go out at lunchtime

Why eat when I could feed myself with words and verbs for free?

Why eat when I could feed myself with words and verbs from my verse?

When I became full sometimes I sat messing up my words and verbs sometimes on purpose

I sometimes messed up my words and verbs on purpose but I sat with a purpose

I sat with a purpose in hope that I could hopefully deliver the perfect verse

I could hopefully deliver the perfect verse but the truth is a struggled with wordy words

A perfect example of a wordy word would be the word hearse

Truthfully I didn't know how I would be able to incorporate it into my rhymes

I didn't know how I would be able to incorporate it into my rhymes because I couldn't get my vowels right

I couldn't get my vowels right as truthfully I didn't see the difference between a and e at that time

If the honest truth be told I truthfully didn't know what letter came first

All things changed that day

I remember that day like it was yesterday

I remember that day like it yesterday as my world fell into disarray

As my world fell into disarray every word from my well worded verse fell out of place

Every well worded word verse fell out of place as that motherfucker ripped my words from the page

He ripped out every well worded word

He ripped out every well worded word so I replaced everything I had to say that day

I replaced everything I had to say that day with a concoction of curse words
Literally and figuratively my words began to fly as he turn't my page into a paper plane

He came at me rhyming and jiving

He came at me rhyming and jiving in an attempt to undermine me

He attempted to undermine me but I remember telling him

I remember telling him that I don't play the dozens son so don't ease me in

Truthfully at one point I was losing so I said it aint over until the fat lady sings,

I weren't directing that to your Mama but she aint exactly slim

Honestly with your Mama at times in my rhymes I don't know where to begin

I feel exactly like how your Mama feels in the candy shop when she’s torn between

When she’s torn between all the big jawbreakers and all black liquorice sticks

But truthfully I have truly have to give you a home truth

Your Mama so fat from all the flavoured favours we turn't her bedroom into a gym

As we worked she sucked and fucked with all your family under the same roof

He was hallucinating and humiliated but it was I who took a bite of humble pie as he began his rhymes

He began his rhymes with the line well out here in Bed Stuy

Well out here in Bed Stuy I heard your mama one time got fucked by the pigs

The nasty motherfucker let them dump on her chest so she rolled round and round in pig shit

As she rolled round and round everybody could hear here squeals as more pigs entered the crib

I heard one after another they flipped the bitch and took turns splitting her shit

I even heard they ransacked the flat

I even eventually heard they ransacked your mama too as they hit her from the back

As they hit her from the back truth be told I heard there was nothing holding her back

I even heard out here on Bed Stuy that she loved the way they forced it in

Truth be told even I've cried for you as at times I feel sorry for you and all her other kids

I feel sorry for you and all the other kids coming out of that ransacked rancid crib

With me saying ransacked rancid crib I’m not talking about your home kid

Word from the curb is that you’re known as a bunch of misfortunate misfits

I replied with that's not a nice way to talk about my brother, my sister and my Mama

That's not a nice way to talk when everybody knows your Daddy has his own permanent private supply

Your Daddy has his own permanent private supply out here in Bed Stuy

That's not a nice way to talk when everybody knows when your Mama died he hit the drink

Truth be told that even one time he didn't have enough money to buy the usual supplies

He didn't have enough money so he had to do it himself and travel into the night

I heard your Daddy be hustling for houch hunched on the street corner

I even heard your Daddy put his head through a car window to get a little warmer

Just hustling for houch hunched on the street corner hoping he wouldn't see daylight

It would have been a pain to see your Daddy painfully down on his knees

Literally down on his knees with his head bobbing and weaving in between a next man’s jeans

Maybe it’s your Daddy that taught you all this rhyming and jiving

Maybe the rhyming and jiving is something he did with another man inside him

As I delivered the last line I could have sworn I saw his heart slither and slide inside him

As I watched his heart slither and slide inside him his face said it wanted to fight me

As his face spoke he raised his hand as his face raised a smile

His face raised a smile as his face said

His face said I should have listened to you when you said

When you said I don't play the dozens son so don't ease me in

Bottled Blues...

Fathers Ferment

The day you were born I saw an old man being picked up to his feet

Regrettably I regret to say I saw everything from the sore state of his side

I saw everything from the sore state of his side to all his stains on his sheets

He flared his nostrils as they helped him up to his seat

He must have wanted to recline his mind

As he must have had one of the worst feelings inside

The worst feeling for a man is when he swallows his pride

The God forsaken smell he must have smelt

He must have smelt as everybody knew that he dealt

The God forsaken smell gave a whiff you wouldn’t begin to believe

The stains were his shame and they were in full view for all eyes to see

I began to imagine his pain as he watched a wasp whisk away

He watched a wasp whisk away straight through the window pane

I bet he wished he could have whisked too so he could interact with the insect

I watched as he watched a withered spider

He watched the withered spider as they washed it away

They washed it away with its severed head and all its severed legs

It was heartbreaking to watch him to say goodbye

To watch him say goodbye to what it seemed to be a lifelong friend

My eyes were transfixed but I wasn’t intentionally investing interest

Strangely I found him interesting as I inspected him introspectively

The funny thing is felt like all eyes were on me

I have a funny feeling he wishfully waited for our eyes to meet

I could have sworn I saw his smile surrender as his eyes greeted me

It’s as if the old shaman’s senses saw something

It’s as if the old shaman saw what was going to savagely separate our family

Why didn’t he speak?

That’s the question that has always stuck with me

My senses told me to familiarize myself with the facilities familiar faces

As it turns out the facilities familiar faces are faced with the responsibility

The responsibility of fundamentally the fables fatal fatality

The fables fatal fatality occurred after me and your mother smiled simultaneously

Me and your mother smiled simultaneously as you screamed in search for speech

You screamed in search for speech

I knew it wasn’t long before you would be able to speak

I wanted you to speak in hope you could grow up to be man of your word just like me

I wanted you to grow up to be a man of your word so you could one day challenge me  

I knew it wasn’t long before you would be up and running on your feet

I wished you could run so you could run with me casually away from the pain of the casualty  

You couldn’t

So I ran alone which led me clinging to a bottle at the side of the road

As I clung to a bottle at the side of the road the hooch in my heart began to take hold

The hooch in my heart began to take hold

The hooch has a firm grip it will never let go

It will never let go of me but I’ll never let go of you

Hush little baby take a sip of your fathers fermented brew

As you sip let your heart ferment so your mothers a forgotten memory to you

Baby's Brew

I knew from the moment he stepped in he saw things others couldn't see

I could tell by the weary way he looked up at me

As he looked up it was as if he wanted to rearrange my face mentally

As he looked up it was as if he began to rearrange my face with the use of his mental capacity

He looked up at me to bring disorder to the order in order to disrupt the binaries

With disdain on his face he began to deconstruct my face

He began to deconstruct my face taking away my mouth and wanting to put another eye in its place

I felt empathy for him as I empathised my speech

It’s as if he wanted my eyes to hold all the emphasis

It’s as if he wanted to move my hands over my mouth so I couldn’t speak

It’s as if he wanted to rearrange my words in my sentences alphabetically

It’s as if he wanted to teach me the basic basis of using a well based vocabulary

I could tell from his frown with my constant used of consonants

It’s as if he wanted me to reconsider the use of my vowels

It’s as if he wanted me not to be afraid to be adventurous to add to my assortment of nouns

It’s as if he wanted my mouth to slur something scintillating

Slur something scintillating and for my lips to do something else

It’s as if he attempted to rework my rhythm of speech

Attempted to rework my rhythm of speech using sympathy to synthesize a symphony of thought

Using sympathy to synthesize a symphony of thought to string together letters

To string together letters in order to create a melody from my mouth

At times it looked like he wanted to refigure my anatomies architecture architecturally

Refigure my anatomies architecture architecturally with the use of adjectives

With the use of adjectives to inscribe and describe through the use of his eyes

Through the use of his eyes he seemed to want to rip out my oesophagus

He seemed to want to rip out my oesophagus over my misuse of my adverbs

But somehow I felt his pain when he realised he’s not always a man of his word...

Crawl Through The Dirt...

My life was a lot different to begin with in the beginning

I once thought I could float like a butterfly in the bright skies

Ironically I have been forced to grow more down to earth

Forced to grow more down to earth over the due course of my life

How things were all different once upon a time

Painfully I have to admit my dream can never be realised

That night my dream of higher living was exterminated

I was once as hard as wood but I have been broken down gradually overtime

It seems like gradually over time I have been internally eaten away by bites of a termite

Every day I used to live in fear that my dream would be robbed from me

I feared that I would be stuck up and told to hand over my dream gracefully

At night when I walked I looked over both shoulders to protect what's mine

I remember at nights I use to look over both shoulders after every six steps at least twice

Regrettably half of me still holds onto the days that I felt free

Regrettably I have to admit I used to feel everyone was essentially beneath me

It felt like I was the king of the ant hill and that I had everyone working for me

It’s funny how things can all change in a day

It’s ironic that I’m now literally beneath them all as now I feel as small as a flea

I always had the suspicion someone was out there patiently watching me

Just out there patiently waiting for the best opportunity to strike

Sometimes my mind plays tricks

But I could have sworn I saw a scorpion that night

I walked around paranoid that night as it felt all eyes were on me

It felt like there were rows of eyes

Rows of eyes coming at me in the shape of a centipede

I looked over both of my shoulders as usual that night but not out of fear

The only reason I did it essentially was to protect my dream

Essentially that’s the very reason I ended up here

Essentially that’s the very reason you find me curled up to the side in a wheelchair

The first punch I saw but I didn’t move

When it landed on me the pain stung like I had been attacked by a swarm of bees

As my memory serves me the sound of crickets drowned out my screams

I screamed out because deep down I knew I had lost it all that very day

Till this very day the pain fails to go away

I was laid out with my face down on the ground

I could have sworn I felt things crawl on me

I felt little legs trickling a little

Which if I remember right gave me the hibe jibes

I could have sworn I heard a centipede roll on by and laugh at me

I heard and saw many things that night which gave me the creeps

It was because of the pain probably

If it wasn’t I can’t stay mad at the centipede

The hardest thing I have had to do in life is swallow my pride

It’s the hardest thing I have had to do

But I couldn’t go on living with what it felt like having a beehive instead of a mind

What can I say it will have more legs then me anyway?

Truthfully I can say I remember that day like it was yesterday

That day when he slivered up from behind

He slivered up from behind and landed some punches that have realigned my life

As the punches landed the pain was like a worm

The pain felt like a worm which began to sliver down my spine

The pain felt so bad my body froze up

My body froze up and I stood still as if I was paralysed

You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that I felt inside

He had punched straight through me in the process shattering my spine

All receptors flying around like a group of flies inside me confined

His punches literally discombobulated my vertebrate

I was laid out all curled up like a slug on its side

I couldn’t feel my feet any longer

I could just about manage a little sliver and slide

This is only the middle of the story but you will know the meaning of it in good time

At the end of the story you will see how I beat all the doctors’ predictions

Even I questioned myself and thought

How am I going to survive?

I spent most of my days questioning my condition

I even questioned them as they used words out of context

I could have sworn I heard them say they were going to dissect me like an insect

They used big words out of context which literally made no sense

The words played on my head but I could not allow myself

I could not allow myself to be caught up and trapped in a spider's web

I found myself hallucinating as most of my days I spent bed ridden

I didn't talk much so they thought I was illiterate in my condition

But little did they know that I was rather well read

Well books is something I have grown to appreciate due to living a life with no legs

I once asked a spider in the corner to kindly borrow two

If only he would have shared

But unfortunately it seemed like his pride hand gone straight to his head

Once again after a while I gave up but I refused to lament

I refused to talk

I refused to attempt to walk

What actually is the point of them suggesting I should attempt?

I had to accept painfully I wouldn't walk again

I took out my inner pain on my bed linen

I accepted I wouldn't walk but to the pain there was no end

I thought to myself that I had fundamentally nothing more to prove

So that fundamentally meant I had nothing more to lose

I not ashamed to say that I once lay side by side with my excrement

All the flies flew around my head

All the flies were around me with smiles thinking I was the new messiah

They must have thought I was a gift from God and that I was heaven sent

I laid there face to face with faeces whilst trying in vain to flip my position

I tried to alter my position as I couldn't deal with the God forsaken smell

I gave up after a while as all I could do was smile even with all the itching

I remember itching so much one night that I slid and fell

It made my skin crawl but I had to swallow my pride and ask for help

I saw that the spider had withered away

Maybe the spider was a sign telling me that pride fails prevail

I was laid there face down to the ground until I was helped back to my feet

As I was helped back to my feet I had a new found feeling within me

It seemed like the metamorphosis within me was finally complete

I had finally broken from my cocoon so I could be finally free...

All Eyes On Me...

I have walked the streets for what it seems a lifetime

Some things I have seen on my journey I wish were never in my eye line

That’s the reason why I have grown accustomed to a humble life

A humble life which is opposed to a life in the spotlight

Ironically I walk beside the streetlights

At times they blind my mind’s eye

Sometimes I wish I was born blind

Walking the streets has made me think I would had a better life

A better life without the use of my eyesight

 Already I have used the word eye technically ten times

You can call me a visionary if you like

I have visions as a result of my concrete dreams

It seems I have spent my whole life walking the streets

The idea of a family is only memory to me

Literally the life I had lives long in the memory

What I wish it had been like

But regrettably I have to admit I can’t create a false simile

All I can do is quite simply put words together

Attempt to use metaphors to show the experiences I met before

With the use of my experiences I create sentences

I find time to even create stories through the use of my thoughts

All I do is put words together to tell a story

I live in hope the words fit together in holy matrimony

I refuse to create a fairy-tale which will deliver me away from the adversity

I have grown up to learn to let the pain nurture me

I have got the face they rather not see

The face they rather not see at the dinner table while they eat

I don’t blame them

I don’t care if they actually fail to even mention me

I know when their eyes cross the tension in the air

The tension in the air is for all eyes to see

That’s the reason why I probably choose to remain lost

You could say I chose to be willingly kidnapped by the streets

The problem was they used to act when I was around

So that’s probably the reason why they eventually cut me out the scene

There left enchanted by the fantasy

Enchanted by the fantasy to escape to an alternate reality

Walking on the windy nights you have to get used to the harsh scenery

As the wind blows I’m haunted by what I once could have achieved

The whispers within the wind haunts me and taunts me

I had it all once but I wasn’t mentally ready to believe

Each day I take time to wash away my footsteps

I wash away my footsteps as truthfully I think nobody should follow me

I drift from one place to another in complete harmony

People should use me as an example and have the want to achieve

I walk night and day not knowing who I’m going to meet

I walk night and day knowing the next meal is not guaranteed

I walk in hope for the land that is promised to me

Something tells me this story is familiar

This story is familiar as many have walked before me

Some say even in a biblical story people walked driven by prophecy

Where in the world is there a place in the world away from poverty?

I can only question as I don’t have all the answers

Most of the time you have to read between the lines

Read between the lines to embark on a journey through my story

When you were inside in the warm

I was out in the storm

I was out that night when the rain dropped

Overtime you get used to it

You learn to glide in between the rain drops

When the rained stopped the pain didn’t stop

The pain keeps me going so I busk till dawn...

Just Another Milestone...

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