Time Will Set Me Free

Is This “Really” What they Think?

Wicked — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:56:18 +0000

Why are incarcerated individuals so dayum self centered? My son’s brother (different mothers) wrote him the other day and this is what he wrote about. Instead of him asking my son “Hey man, what’s going on with you, what’s good?” “How’s work comin along etc…” This fool wants to talk about how he had to break up with his girlfriend (keep in mind he’s in prison so is that REALLY your girlfriend?) and said he had to check her ass on a few things. Ok, you’re in prison! How YOU gonna check anything or anyone?? lol Then he tells my son about this other girl that he wants my son to contact on his behalf letting her know that he’s been thinking about her (yea right) and he has her on his visitation list. The girl lives here in the city but we don’t have a clue as to where the street is cause we’ve never heard of it before.

So then he tells my son about a girl that lives in….OHIO. And he wants my son to locate her for him. Ok fool, we live in INDIANAPOLIS, it aint like OHIO is across town or anything so how is my son suppose to find this dayum girl?? We are not running some kind of private investigative company over here aint nobody tryin to track down someone for your incarcerated ass that lives in ANOTHER state!

I’m so glad I don’t have collect calls on my phone cause I know this fool would be blowin the fuckin phone up cause that’s what he did the LAST TIME he was in jail and his grandmother said it got to the point that all she did was let the phone ring when she knew it was him.

These fools get locked up, then think ITS YOUR JOB to write them every day. Accept their collect calls every day and want you to put money on their books every month with not so much of a “thank you” or “I appreciate what you’ve done.” Like YOU owe their ass somethin! And then when they get locked up (for long periods of time) they ASSUME that you’re still their girlfriend? Like what the fuck is that all about? Nigga the judge broke us up when he sentenced your ass. LMAO!! I tell ya I will never understand the mindframes of certain human beings.

Glimpses of Me

Wicked — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 02:24:02 +0000

I Got $5

Wicked — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:23:11 +0000

I got 5 dollars that says you aint shit,
not because of things you’ve done
but because of the game you spit.

Now I’ve been humoring you,
listenin to all the bullshit you run,
and i must admit it has been quite fun,
feeding off your stupidity.
Silly man, you cant get no more convo from me.

I would suggest you take this $5 and by yo self a real fool.
One who can definitely relate to you,
cause I aint hardly the one.
The laugh you thought was on ME,
has now turned to yo comic view lookin ass.
Oh yea! I’m that bitch that learns REAL fast.

See, I’ve met your kind before,
and I stop them dead in their tracks,
at my front door.
Walkin round town struttin n shit,
Thinkin every woman wants them cause they layin good dick.

A dick with no common sense,
makes your dick quite worthless to me.
Tryin to hustle me for ends,
Nucca you betta go borrow from yo friends.
Take yo ass out and go shine some shoes,
You dayum sure aint got nothin to loose,
Maybe you’d get a dime,
and put it with this dayum $5 of MINE.

The Undertaker

Wicked — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:19:20 +0000

He patiently waits on yet another call.
A “pick up” is about to be made.
Night after night,
Body after body,
It never ends.
As the night grows cold,
he feels the stench of death looming in the air.
For he already knows that death is iminant.
Sooner or later it will be the end
…For someone anyway.

His job is quite tedious
Yet through all the years,
he’s found pleasure in his work.
And sometimes it often amazes him,
To suck the blood out of another human being.
Being able to give them one last look,
that others will remember for years to come.
It is his job, to make them look as good as possible
As they lay totally powerless in his care.

No smiles will ever be made
No words will never be said.
It’s just him and them
All alone
In the dark.

The only breaths that will be taken,
is his
and his alone.
The only steps that will be heard
are his
and his only.
For the dead no nothing,
and he knows this
and yet a part of him strives on being able to
do as he wishes with them.

So he works his magic on them
as best as he can
presenting them to loved ones,
family and friends
For one last glance.
Before sending them into the unknown.

I Should’ve Listened to Your Momma

Wicked — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:15:16 +0000

She tried to warn me you were no good,
Feet propped up all day,
hangin out in da hood.
Just a hot ass mess.

Cant even dress to impress,
walkin round in jeans and shorts all day,
In the fridge eatin up all MY shit.
On the sofa flippin channels is where you sit
Most of the time.

I thought yo momma was lyin,
when she said “Baby, my son aint worth a dime”
Nucca’s hair nappier den mine.
Fucka go comb out da shit
Maybe even put some grease in it!

Here I am workin hard all day,
with two kids of my own
Now I got a no count nucca at home,
takin up space.
Then got the nerve to talk shit,
and be all up in MY face.

Yo momma said you wasnt worth,
two dead flies
And I dayum sure back then didnt realize
That she sure wasnt playin.
My dumb ass shouldve listened to what,
she was actually sayin.

I’ve wasted valuable time with yo ass,
A broke mofo with NO class,
I hope and prayed you’d reform
But I guess the joke was on me.
Dealin with a man not worth a penny.

So this poem is goin out to all the women,
who waste valuable time on men that aint shit.
You definitely deserve better then this.
A lifetime of happiness is what you’d miss.
Dont lower you standards for another,
Dayum, I shouldve listened to his mother!

Uh…What’s wrong with this picture?

Wicked — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 03:03:29 +0000

First Entry

Wicked — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:35:19 +0000

This is my first blog entry. This will be the place that I can release my most inner thoughts.