The Immortal Wize

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Bills unpaid cupboards bare not one dollar dime quarter or nickel to spare

People look at me with a stare they too can see the desperation in my air

The well is dry nothing is fair this too is my families despair

This dread is ghetto hair you donâ€™t know unless youâ€™ve been there

I declare wars not fair lost my brothers over there

Tricky d*cks and politics Jump some jacks pickup sticks

These streets are cold even in 100 degrees itâ€™s been some time since these trees had leaves

How many lies Iâ€™ve been told how many I still believe

â€œOlly Ollyâ€ income free where did you hide my history my avatar is true looking like Iâ€™m blue

A day in the life on the avenue Trayvon Martin I pour it out for you

We shed enough tears boo hoo Get up my people itâ€™s time to do

To my God much respect I wear an ankh around my neck

flames dancing on a wick Tonight the sky is thick

letâ€™s be pacific writing on the walls

Hieroglyphics

Born in Watts in 1963 Tats on me still a homie with education a small one a strong nation

We living in a drought and blood canâ€™t put it out ashes to ashes look at us
Still moving to the back of the bus

weâ€™re hurting our mothers

By killing our sisters and brothers we all need each other

But who really cares to love No one dares
Our blood is running over spilling everywhere

Preaching on the sandy shores of LBC the message is too long to teach

Dust in the air Too much pollution in our hair

Pull up a chair donâ€™t stand over there Have no fear donâ€™t be scared
Bullets flying everywhere

go inside get under the bed

Pull the sheets over your head these streets are painted red

everywhere I go I see the dead

He had a dream that turned into a nightmare He had a plan and was killed by the man

The Barrio rose against us weâ€™re no longer safe in the yard this kind of living is so hard

Tell me where is the Lord?

Hands up get on the ground officer please

shut up get down on your knees

again â€œWHERE IS THE LORDâ€?

I prayed and prayed and prayed Still they took my brother away

What did he die for I wish that he lived more Who ever said we are free?

Is a liar the truth is Watts is still on fire?

2013 WIZE DOM
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

Thrust Upon A Time

she's wicked he's evil people melting over blue and red meanwhile pink and green seep between cracks in the script

Here We Go Again

the water is getting deeper waves are getting higher earth is on a warpath wind is calm for now I hear there will be fire next time but what about this time if you were given a chance for one last dance would you take it or stand with your back against the wall watching everyone else have a ball while Babylon fall the last hurrah then "Hip Hip Hurray" do not fear be not afraid at the close of the day night gone fall on us all while waiting for the electricity to come back on making a promise is not the same as making a point the drift been gotten prior to what's been done, before is a current past event

Spirals Of Smoke

be informed to get in formation currently the new currency is information be not uninformed action is required activate desire it ain't over until the unsung sing It's Done do not retire there will always be fire to start new beginnings it doesn't matter who's winning we will win win and win again it is written

All Points

when you stuck you believe in something you can't get out of when you blocked you believe you can't get ahead because something is in the way when you flow you believe you unstoppable when you open you believe you walking around without clothes when you can't let go you believe you can't let go what we believe got us under control when you believe you can fly levitation is no longer impossible to achieve

No Two Ways About It

there's a old say that goes you have to laugh to keep from crying I get it I'm laughing but not cause I want to cry for any particular reason you know that idiom it never fails it means it happens every time once we recognize we're out of our league it's wise to pursue a league of our own I'm smiling I have something to smile about that don't have nothing to do with what's going on in the world something I can't do nothing about on that note "Uh Oh" is an expression of alarm dismay and means it's too late "it's about to go down"

Enthrall (Repost)

got these broken wings I don't know why I never could fly I never wished for such a thing so many others dream so many others sing I wish and I wish on other things like we all, wakeup at the same time How bout that? we can all celebrate you...know have a good time fun, without, someone getting beside themselves pulling out a gun killing another mothers son or someone's baby girl, we'll just sit around talking about what we're going to do with all the wealth sadly the mule has died of natural causes but, there's plenty of acres and homes to be had now if I could just, find that genie, I got a few more to settle the score

It Gets Messy

waiting for something I want hope and wish to happen is like watching a mouse hole real close while holding a bat

On The Heels Of The Sun

a Butterfly abandons her egg her offspring is left behind without a mother to cling to some would think doomed from the start giving into our circumstance is refusal to change everyone gets a chance a Caterpillar cannot transform into a Butterfly if it die before its/it's time the light is often taken off the Caterpillar and shown on the Butterfly the mother of a Caterpillar is a Butterfly she gives birth to the one who is destined to transform she's the one who gives birth to change the Caterpillar is one who comes out the dark into the light where one come from does not determine where one will end up

The Ripple (Repost)

trying hard is not trying hard enough enough we have to put faith in the sun that it will shine again even when the sky is gray everything around us falls apart as long as our heart is beating we're not defeated nor are we destroyed something goes wrong we must be strong it won't be long hold on here we go back to the dome in some form or another if you're with someone then you got each other if we build our foundation strong enough to float how can we go under let lightening strike we're made of thunder take a sip from the power within put the cup down raise the pen we write to win this is a conquest not a contest a inkwell of consciousness

Nov 5

my distaste for voting season is people act like their talking to children telling them don't forget to brush their teeth asking them did they wash their hands telling them what they should do what they need to do what they have to do people act like they get paid to remind grown folk to vote who's going to know you did if they didn't see you do it