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I learned that my daughter's old boyfriend was a drug dealer.
He was a scumbag who turned out to be a cold blooded killer.
When I learned how bad that he is, I made my daughter break up with him.
That made the punk extremely angry and that's when things became grim.
One night, he came on my property and burned my house down.
It burned and burned, it burned to the ground.
The fire fighters were able to rescue me, It was a close shave.
They tried to rescue my family but sadly, they couldn't be saved.
When the fire started, a neighbor saw that punk running away from my house,
She was both happy and proud to testify against that psychopathic louse.
Unless your family was murdered, you can't possibly understand my fury.
I was so happy to hear the word "Guilty" from the foreman of the jury.
Ever since I lost my wife and daughter, life has been a living hell.
I'm having to live in misery but at least that punk is rotting in jail.
My name is not Tony Montana
No I'am not a nature born killer
The heroine is not embedded in my veins
I'am always drug free like the quote states
ride or die
don't get high off your own supply
My name is not Tony Montana
I'am not a gangster
I'am that Bruce Lee the one you don't want to mess with
One blow to the head and the second blow to the chest
consider yourself knocked out
For sure I have skillz like that
My name is not Tony Montana
Tattoo this to your forehead
No wankster
No gangster
No drug dealer
Check the profile I hit the school books
not the streets
I know how to say no to situation that may cause destruction
in my life
No my name is not Tony Montana
Say no to drugs
Say yes to school and a job
So you can have a healthy stable life
To escape your reality,
you tend to sleep your days away.
Yet, at night, you prowl dark alleys,
where scary shadows go to play.
The night air reeks of foul odors
masking the scent of cheap cologne.
And paranoia bows your head;
in hopes that you'll be left alone.
You find your drug dealer, lurking
behind a smelly garbage bin.
And he's eying you with contempt;
while wearing a cynical grin.
Sneering, he demands more money
for half a gram of stepped-on dope.
And yet, your need outweighs the cost
as you swallow your pride and cope.
Drugs use chemical delusions
to camouflage a life of tears.
And instantly, all of your pain
just magically disappears.
The big Picture,
Can you see it yet?
No not that one it, it is too small,
Not that either,
It is only a mirror mage of yourself.
Still cannot see it?
Then you are not thinking big enough,
Searching wide enough,
Or long enough.
Try thinking of something big,
Bigger than you,
Bigger than your expectations for yourself,
Something so big,
It might not include you.
Can you see it now?
The one you have been helping paint,
All your life.
If you really can see it now?
You may still have time,
To paint over the legacy,
You were going to leave your children,
And replace it with something that has a brighter hue.
Something that they can't talk their eyes off,
Something to stop them from dropping the ball,
Something that will draw them into the big picture,
Something so big,
Something so wonderful,
It gives them a reason,
To look away from the mirror
And stop them taking so many selfies.
Something to make them want to start right away,
On painting their own legacy into the big picture,
Now they have have the means to paint,
Because you refrained from buying that extra beer,
Or shut the door on the drug dealer who keeps you,
From seeing the bigger picture.
I've been raped
I went from FBI agent to a drug dealer
All those years in college and still no job because Iam black
My new gang colors is the American flag with the stain red blood. The blood that I shed to work so hard to live a comfortable life.
I've been rape from a job
I've been raped out of my education
I've been raped out of a place to live
I've been raped out of my religion
Then had the nerve to come in my face and ask who side Iam on
Christian or Muslim
I've been raped out of the color of my skin
I've been raped out of my wages
I've been raped out of graduation
I've been raped out of spending time with family
I've been raped out of spending time with friends
I've been raped out of health care
I've been raped out of voting
I've been raped
I've been raped
I've been raped
I've been raped out of life
So who left paying the cost!
Me!
By: Shaniki Smith
Date: February 16, 2016
Photographed at the bank
Everyone knows you are just
Another Ska-Ank and a loser
Wish you were wanted
But now everyone knows
You are sort of ree-tard-ted
Everyone is better than you,
And you're a loser
Saw you with a drug dealer, too
Were you hoping his money
Might rub off on you
Forget it…
You're a loser
You're just tra-sh
And you’re a loser
You're just tra-sh
And you're a loser
Last time I saw you
When you were down on hope
I saw you on 6th Street
Hustling for a piece of dope
You're just tra-sh
And you’re a loser
You're just tra-sh
And you're a loser
So if we should meet up some time
Don't act like you're a friend of mine
Don’t smile at me, stay away from me
I don't want to be seen with a loser
It was from a small town that he came
In fact so small I can’t even remember its name
His mother and father were just regular folks
His younger brother he loved the most.
He had a talent with the guitar
Lots of people said that he’d go far
So he packed up his car and drove for three days
For the first few months he didn’t make much pay.
He went to New York to make it big
Playing for 8 people’s not much of a gig
In a big city so far from home
Surrounded by people but you’re always alone.
The dealers and pimps can pick fresh meat
You don’t even need to get up off your seat
At any time of the night or day
They’ll help you keep the pain at bay.
Then one night it all came to an end
With a little help from his drug dealer friend
He scored something cut with nitazene
And so ended his New York dream.
Hippy Drug Dealer, my anger’s on fire,
Did you think I’d stand by
While you stoked that pyre?
That lazy grin and Pot smoke lies,
Took her heart and left mine to die.
Chuckle Head Chad from Lawton low,
Did you think I didn’t see your little show?
I see your face, do you see my pain,
Now for the rest of you Eskimo brothers,
You all share his shame.
Is there anyone in Chick-ah-shay who’s clean?
Who hasn’t crossed the line,
And tore apart my dreams,
Every whispered secret, every fragile night,
You’re in my shadow, hiding from the light.
Tire Changer nods, like it’s some cruel game,
Each confession cuts deeper, fanning the flames,
Homeless Man, Ah... once? Only once you say?
Just for a moment; like phucking a mangy stray?
Tommy the Methhead — keep your story tight,
You didn’t sleep? Was it standing upright?
In the street, on a park bench, easy to pretend,
But every day I see you, will it ever end?
I’m rising like a storm, brewing up a rage,
Played her like you were all on **** Hub’s stage,
I’ll track you down, every single last one of you
Crossing the line, how much lower must I mine?
Is there anyone in Chick-ah-shay who’s clean?
You all crossed a line, destroyed all my dreams,
Every whispered secret, every fragile night,
You all hid in shadows, hiding from the light.
Now I stalk the streets, fueled by pain,
Turning over rocks, every name a stain,
Fire of my rage is burning through,
In this town of shame, I’ll get around to you.
I used to steal to make a living
Now I catch those with horrible upbringings
I was a legend in my neighborhood until high school
Then I was taught that stealing and mischief was not cool
I served in the Navy after school for four years
Now I am a DARE cop in the districts ears
I have busted several students with drugs
Discovering their drug dealers lowly scugs
I had one case that took my heart away
A young mans courageous story I am about to relay
His name is Kyle Summers a 5th grader
His efforts were never greater
His older brother Mike was part of a local gang
Murder Mike was his alias nickname
He never murdered anyone though he did like to fight
One afternoon he picked a fight that wasn’t right
A drug dealer Cameron Danz was lacing his Marijuana with meth
Which wasn’t likely to be anything less then death
Mike saw this and confronted Cameron about who was to receive
It was a couple of first timers with a curiosity for weed
Take their money and get rid of some customers was his plan
For he had no more coming in for a monthly span
A fight ensued when the first timers where his brothers friends
He was hospitalized because Cameron hit him with his Benz
At the hospital Mike told Kyle of the horrible intentions
So Kyle set out for their fates prevention
He ran to me while school was just starting
And I called their parents to give them warning
They relayed that the kids already left for school
I jumped in my car and looked for them too
Kyle had seen the drop off point and left school to help
When he showed up the drugs where being dealt
Kyle shouted as loud as he could to warn
They heeded his call and cast away the drugs in the barn
Cameron was infuriated with this and dashed
With all the drugs and a fair amount of cash
Smiles filed the boys faces when he ran
Though they never expected to see him again
He returned with a gun and held them in place
“Beg or you get it in the Face!”
Kyle held still and yet maintained eye contact
That’s what set off his violent attack
Cameron shot in a rage and emptied the clip
In shock Kyle fell forward more than a slip.
I showed up and tackled Cameron just a little late
I couldn’t save him he soon met his fate
In my eyes he saved his friends and died
Though now I live with it and sometimes cry
A house of dreams, walls start to shake,
Echoes of laughter, filled with heartache.
His dreams fast cars and narcotic deals,
She was lost in those fake stolen feels.
She counts the days, shadows creep,
Each phone ring, her heart leaps
In his arms, she felt she could fly,
Bottle stole him, she said her goodbyes.
Once danced under the moon, feeling alive,
Shadows move where hope used to thrive.
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
She made a mistake, he turned to dust;
Should have grabbed the one she could trust.
Hands calloused, he knew how to mend,
Pushed him away when he needed a friend.
Stares at photos, her time used to glow,
Reality comes, her past beauty won’t show.
Thought she'd find love in reckless nights,
Her road leads me back to those fights.
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
Her mistake when he turned to dust;
Stabbed in the heart the one she could trust.
Regret, heavy stones weigh on her soul;
If she knew what it took to be truly whole.
Ghost of choices haunt Courthouse halls;
All that remains are lawyers and calls...
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
Her mistake when he turned to dust;
She did not grab the one she could trust.
She stands at the crossroad, tears unshed,
Knows no hope, her dreams are dead.
The life she chose, shadows cling tight
No more chances, she has lost the fight.