THE MANHUNT FOR CHRISTOPHER "DUDUS" COKE CONTINUES:
I have never witnessed two men of courage begin a war.
Cowardice is a precondition for violent conflict. What are you afraid of ….?
"Weapons have been confiscated and security personnel are going door-to-door to “flush out the gunmen”: TVJ
5 persons shot in ‘Monkey Town’ in Spanish Town #Jamaica: TVJ"
... Live feed via Twitter from reporter Laura Redpath a journalist for The Jamaican Gleaner
Dear Jamaica,
Today is indeed Africa Day, and KINFOLKS I am with you. I see survival and honor in your eyes where they try to write corruption and dishonor, even when the state spins tops with “States of Emergency” written all over them …I am with you. If you are gangmembers, I'm honored to be one too.
The white horse scurries the black night in fiery chariots thru the sky, we are all chess pieces. Watch the bishop chase the knight. The criminal has become the cop, endowed with every right to pop. Birthrights going to trust fund babies of prohibition cleaned up their act for the island inquisition …hmmm
I’m standing at the end of a cliff looking at forever or at the bottom of a mountain looking at never…Either way moving forward has never felt better.
I sit inside myself and remain still. Open one eyelid and see an ocean overflowing, waves crashing over a tugboat floating w/ one captain and a skipper, 2 hands clasped into one another's, just hoping.
I’m standing at a crossroads where two feet meet in a position like yoga so maybe chests will heave and hearts will speak. We dance around campfires of courage until the sun sneaks-a-peek because a coward’s voice is the first to wage wars on an un-armed street. Turn in my guns to whom…? Nah, I’m good playboy.
Knee high in the silt banked streams of the River Nile, gold ornaments w/ simple lines, crop circles and unique designs, symbols recycled and renewed will be continued in the mind and manifest in the sublime…the mindshifter sneaks a smile
Life can be one big run-on sentence. No matter how big that cross on your back is, RUN ON! …They say its great cardio, i mean ...WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?
With great courage
Comes great responsibility
Stand on a pillar
As a man
And erect justice
Maximize your utility
Exactly where you stand
My friend,
Put down your gavel
You are no judge no jury
No executioner
Just a hungry quack
Peddling tragedy
Spilling dat bitches brew
Down littered streets
And up a wino’s crack
We call it the alleyway
Besides, If you wanna hunt…
Chase down the barrels of oil
Endangering fluid soil
While the indigenous people toil
With the threat of
The charging handle recoiled
Look...
The Rastafarians are Godsends
Any harm done against them
Is done against HIM
Those are Allah’s men
A drop of their blood
Will call for a quart of your own
If you don’t want to pay now
HE will collect in the hereafter
When we are called back home
I know this is America, and we dont make shit here. But if you can at least find a way to make some courage, I'd buy the hope you're selling.
Copyright 2010
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