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1.
I'm losin daily
they shake me / the sands falling
faster
I think I'm going crazy

2.
here come the mail lady, smilin
ass twitchin murder courier
I don`t stare at her
superstitious
try not to breathe till the witch leaves
can`t believe I'm 20...
in hells arena/ boxing off these
demons
the devils bounty on my heart
increasing

3.
a lone seedling
scitzin like a crack baby
don`t the system love me?
made me
destructive & angry
now they want me dead
they say i'm gone crazy
trekin sleep 4 sMiles
wakin up to frowns
anything to shake um
try to escape um
can still hear bullets breaking
wind round my wig
punks let me live
to kill me again & again & again
4.
crying blood now
buttnecked in a  pore corking
pepper haze
they strappin in my brothaz nightly
so i'm buckin
got to let um know
someone love 'em

my noodles dryin up
between visits
I live to see my folks
pray to pagans
they stay livin
PREDICTION
in 5 mo I be dead or delirious
they countin
bodies down
thru
mine
I'm losin daily. I think I'm ...

I know I'm gone crazy.
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Dawning Prayer
                              by Howard"LD" Guidry

Shall my legz give way under their weight
and my body twist in resistance between
knees & concrete
Let me not give way to fate
and my existence not yet to defeat

If my arms are broken to be bind and
my bones pierce thy flesh
I shall jug at them from behind
broken bones aimed with intent

When they attempt to compromise
lead me not to temptation
I cannot be pacified with last meals
and a long line of mournful goodbyes
or the pain of my mothers silent cries
in their cold , repressive visitation

Better yet give me the strength to disrupt
their last minute preparations.

I'd rather pass a battling fate
struggling for life
with the zeal of Kwame Ture
Yet still  I'm strapped away
My broken body an expression of the oppression
my people face
You grip my soul ripping away this cocoon of flesh.

In the name of Jesus , Nat, Che & Malcolm ... I pray
the ones who give  up
rededicated to my luga  Kamau
representin' young seeds from
the 70's

Much Love
Bro.