Asshole Toast

And I always find yes I always find something wrong
You've been putting up with my shit for way too long
It seems I always find what I don't like the most
So I think its time for us to have a toast
 
To Malik Shabazz
Who would burn down his own block
To block anyone from having anything
American dreams come full circle circa the 60s
Threatening the same actions that began our twisted descent in the first place
Welcome to the birth place of broken yesterdays and forgotten tomorrows
 
Cheers
To the whitest white men who count their black friends on 1 hand
After careful thought
Defining those relationships as crossed paths in the hallways,
I held the door for him a few times on better days
We went out for drinks after work once

Thanks
Should be offered up like praise to every whitey who writes or says they aren't racist
That disclaimer
Is the ticking time bomb of your tell tale heart
It mimics the hippty hop you hate so much
We already know you not racist
You just inadvertently hate on us
 
Pour out a little liquor
For little niggas everywhere of course it’s not a race issue
Manny Magnum is Mexican
It’s ok to kill a hoodlum in a hoodie as long has he got black skin
He was walking like he was drunk
Got suspend for marijuana residue
And had a can of spray paint
He deserved to die and I hope he burns in hell
 
And I always find yes I always find something wrong
You've been putting up with my shit for way too long
 
Politicians to who do shit and are quick to blame the other guy
Brother I don't know why
We do the things we do
Using bonds to pay back other bonds robbing peter to pay Paul,
And Jesus, and Joseph and Mary maybe we should just pray about it
I got a better idea how about every church in the city donate their building fund
 
Masseltof
Pastors stingy as Jews fuck your temple they praise Chase bank
Let the roof cave in on that bitch
God ain’t ever dwelt in no building anyway
We could balance our cities budget off one Jordan release
And Jordan and even from Detroit
And he doesn't wear ball caps much less one with an old English D
Nigga fuck yo fitted you can't even put gas in your tank
 
Thanks
To Mayor Bing for taking the blame on all this shit
You voted that sneaky side dealing mother fucker into office
Under the auspice of fixing shit
As if he could fix a failing economy in 1 night
Thick ass glasses and still can't see how to make the buses run right

Pour out a little liquor

For 3 babies who all been shot this month
For a gas station murder in broad daylight cold blooded over a box of blunts
Ya'll forgot what happened at home
Fuck a Florida somebody go find them girls in them trunks
We are quick to gather fast to talk, slow to act, fuck a poem

Malik Shabazz can say what the fuck he wants, but that nigga ain't got the heart to carry matches in his pocket with a gasoline shirt on and hug his own house.  I'm tired of hearing about warriors with words the only thing worse then an uncle tom is a sambo that don't know he is one.  Most of you are all talk and then some

And I always find yes I always find something wrong

You've been putting up with my shit for way too long
It seems I always find what I don't like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast
 

Cheers Detroit

Barak Obama Does't Care About Black People

Neither does the rest of America.  We will “save the children” in every  country in a continent 1240 miles away.   People like Sarah McLaughlin think dogs have the eyes of angels and go on campaigns to save them from being destroyed at local shelters.  I wonder has she ever looked in the eyes of school aged child on Monday morning, face unwashed, and stomach unfed still thirsting for knowledge.  There has been public outcry to stop Joseph Kony after the world began to learn of rich untapped oil reserves in the region (but that is another matter.)  Yet at home school districts are going belly up, important after school activities are being cut.  Now it is common place to learn schools are cutting, gym, band, and art yet since the dawn of time humanity has learned to relate to each other and overcome language barriers through music, art and athletics.  Yeah Michael Vick goes to jail because a dog dies, and I love dogs what he did I find cruel.  However I will never place the value of an animal over the life of any human.    

Trayvon Martin can be shot for bag of skittles and an iced tea, his murderer slew an unarmed teenage boy he persecuted in “self defense.”   The official white house response is  “Our thoughts and prayers go out to Trayvon Martin’s family.  But obviously we’re not going to wade into a local law enforcement matter.”  As if our communities’ problems are kiddie pool playgrounds President Obama how dare you be so shallow.  I beg your pardon Troy Davis was just yesterday, but he couldn’t get one.  What would have been the result if Oscar Grant had been your brother or at the very least another human being.  In the eyes of America we are less than dogs.  I thought we here a humane society I guess we are out here on our own.  As I have watched these events unfold of the last few months what has become surprisingly apparent is that the issue is not truly racial.  While majority of these tragedies befall a race beleaguered in social, economic, and political injustice and misrepresentation it is even more disturbing, to see the wealthy white male constituency who control America begin to turn a blind eye to their own.

It stops now.  For every grey hooded American who signed a petition I beg you, step into your community.  Voice your outrage in action.  Place the power the government holds back into the hands of the people.  Take responsibility for your home, your street, your neighborhood.  Spend off days mentoring children, mowing the unruly lawn next door; spend a moment speaking to an elder neighbor.  Tell your children you love them and that they are important show them by investing time in them.  Protect the world from people like George Zimmerman by adding value to the lives they seek to take.  Bring importance to the contributions our future has to make to this world be giving them the opportunity to be there.  When I work in youth detention centers the common sentiment I face is that they don’t matter, there is nothing to live for, that jail isn’t a deterrent because they already don’t exist.  Trayvon Martin will not die quietly; he will not be so easily forgotten in the face of the media like Troy Davis was.

Barak Obama does not have to care about black people, or our struggles, he doesn’t have to hide behind his politics and agendas or the fear of not being reelected if we don’t put the pressure of being a savior on him.  Barak Obama is the face of an American government who has forgotten where they came from.  Wealth and education have jaded their view.  Everyone struggles and everyone has their demons but when you are forced to face your own struggles and demons plus those placed on you by those in power that is when a deep sense of impending failure overcomes you.  I’ve been there, I still live there, but pride won’t let me fail.  And I refuse to allow my VOICE to be silence, my peace to be broken, or my life threatened.  I will wage ware on those willing to wage war on me, because silver spoons and good fortune do not define my America.

This is our President's attempt at clean up:

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Thank you for the correction

How Men Love

 

I often imagine myself as this dark, mysterious, complicated person who never shares a bond or emotion with anyone.  In my made up world I hide behind walls of bad memories and harsh life experiences.  I behave as if I am the only person in the world who has been through what I've been through.  I am sure you can relate, I've done it you've done it.  At some point we have all placed ourselves in an empty shallow world where we sleep alone, dream of happier days and dare not reach out to or admit when we care for someone. 

 

What's worse is that as a man, I was never raised comfortable with my feelings.  I'm afraid to have them, expressing them is sheer terror.  I have been a victim of myself either loving too weakly to fight for love, or too strongly and turning love into a fight.  33 is around the corner, I am unmarried with no illegitimate children, a business man, a poet, a mentor and everything I ever wanted I've gone and achieved.  Still love evades me, and I have reached a point where I understand love.  Love just doesn't understand me.

Are you aware that a man makes a choice?  Do you wonder where I've been?  I search to find a love within, and I came back to let you know.  I've got a thing for you and I can't let it go. -Do For Love by:Bobby Caldwell

Men live and die in their decisions, we make them consciously with as much data as we can process in our primitive minds.  Love is that exception, it just happens.  Love happens somewhere between a first smile and the realization that her battles have become your battles.  Only because you feel yourself better equipped and you fear harm coming to her, but never feared anything else.

I have known fearlessness.  I have loved a woman with ferocity, tried to tear the world that held her back to shreds.  I have ravaged women savagely making love on the remnants of our clothes, pleasuring her till nails tore my back to shreds.  I have been an animal and I have torn the woman I loved to shreds in the same moment.  I have made her promises that we would never change, but we can never be the same.  I have loved so hard fighting with her, became fighting her.  We defeated her demons but I wasn't done and she was the only thing left to fight.  I am capable of loving incorrectly.

They say if you love something let it go.  A diamond ring, a dollar bill if it has value you protect it and you honor it.  One mans trash is another mans treasure.  I loved to weakly to fight for her, to change for her.  Perhaps I shouldn't have had to, maybe I should have simply wanted to.  When love is a flame that burns like a candle in the wind you cannot carry it with apprehension.  When man learns to fight he first taught to stand strong.  I should not have come home with out her, nor let her stay.  I should have stood my ground then, we all make mistakes.

What mistake am I making now?  I remember the first time I saw your smile and every smile that came after that.  Its easy when I don't see you often, I know its better that way.  I have watched you fight you battles impressed at your skills, I've never taken my eyes off you.  Until I realized we were standing side by side fighting together and in the moment I paused, you said you didn't need my help.  Woman ... Beautiful, soft, kind woman what other use am I?  I have loved too weakly to hold on, so strong I crushed love in my grasp.  You bring me balance, I could love you perfectly.

Is there such a thing as perfection in a world of shallow dreamers?  I can only make half of this choice, and I am guessing you women love differently or I live too simply.  If I choose you to be my Earth and you push me into space, know that it is cold out here.  If I am love and I give into this space there is no air and I may die.