Saturday, September 30, 2017


12 Gauge, Mossberg – Model 590 Shockwave

Thursday, June 22, 2017


...for the soundtrack to too many epic missions and priceless moments to possibly remember.

Rest In Peace: 
Albert "Prodigy" Johnson

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines...

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from...

But it's hard acting like everything is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight...

I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"...

What up black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops with wings on your back...

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Sunday, April 2, 2017

My "national anthem"...

As long as there is a lower class, I am in it.
As long as there is a criminal element, I'm of it.
As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

Eugene V. Debs        

Tuesday, March 28, 2017


...walked out with empty arms
Machine gun in her hand
She is good and she is bad
No one understands

She walked in in silence
Never spoke a word
She's got a rich daddy
She's her daddy's girl

She loves naked sin
He loves evil sex
She has lost control
They are growing old

She will hide in silence
Then her day will come
She was virgin vixen
She is on the run
She is on the run
She is on the run

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

"And we've waited through the suffering and pain..."

Mumblin and whisperin is what I hear
When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared
Why? I'm not the stick-up man
I don't want the rings on your hand I don't understand
When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo
Cause all eyes are on you know who
And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend
But this bankroll they won't spend
Open your eyes and realize ain't no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends, there's just one I want to thank
My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And we've waited through the suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
That's why I flip
Keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out-of-state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort I don't smoke newports
When I get stressed I grab my vest
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme
I was telling ya not to tear up
Cause he'll rip up, I'm telling you not to erupt
Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be 
50 Grand, and I'm the B.I.G.