The Hustle

Cocaine dreams.138th and cypress Ave.Where I learned my numbers,Colors and alphabets.MS-13s,BloodsCrips,Blues,Red… A bull,I was turned into.By minority tendencies.It's all I saw growing up,Only had I to fend for me…In the streets…Of NYC… Can't be taken out,Deceased,Ceased by the gun,Played by the one,Hollow tip out to pierce an empty soul.How ironic would that be? But,I just... Continue Reading →

Bronx Bred

Raised in the home of Hip Hop, Mind flows in rhythm, Instilling feelings, dispositions catering to healing. What else was left for a kid dealing with no home? Instead of staying in an Avenue that would've made the inner depths of our soil, My home?...

’92, A Monster Was Born…

Repeatitive babble. Rattlesnakes slither and bite through flesh that isnt mine, For I, was not the creator of my own life... One morning I awoke. My eyes poked holes into realities I wish stayed dead, On the same bed, Where my dreams lay, It seems. Where anger steams and blows marijuana smoke while boat loads... Continue Reading →

Weedz In A Bronx Jungle

Lines. All kinds. Ones you snort and stand behind of, Whether you're in pain or searching for something divine. Food for the mind. Food for the heart whenever agony strikes... But, I often wonder what I look for as a writer. Writing and riding on a high I'm fighting as a lifer. Sentenced, An imprisonment... Continue Reading →

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