POEM FOR OJ All I can tell you is what I know, Hoes on the Stroll  street Life,... That Hustle an Flow . not what you already know. Like OJ an Nicole. His Son will Regain what he stole. Longing for his Mother to hold  The Souls innocence peep a glimpse of Sadness /abuse in the Distance. I know ….. I usta Sleep where Murderers Souls Wander. With the Weight of Volumes and Volumes of Violent Victim rolls, Mumbled under the Breath of Slayers like a Prayer, they wandered daily, Town Cryer  of a song  of Decomposition  endlessly wandering … I learned to read in Prison, read behind the eyes reflection. The lies, I learned to  read the Composition of  non Truth It silences the Moving mouth  and resets your attention....Never to   Play  Bullshit again.. see the dominate hate,? OJ  made Nicole pay for twisted anger Its coming OJ.. in the whispers, the stares of your children's Scars,  in the Silence of their Laughter   no more suspicion It coming    OJ maybe from an organization, that think you give even 'Niggers' a Bad name, or from people that know and love black Pride  Knowing  you defaced it, to empower the Ignorant and Hurt the Souls journey Of Truth  in our Glorious Heritage and   ancestral LOVE. Or maybe from. a Professional person... Or a Bad... BAAAD Accident no matter what you think Its coming... you cant out run it out Jump it or catch it with a Broad smile. Yes prison has taught me to read after living with Murderers for Years so many Variations Dulled  bent  and Broke my Youth in compromised exsistence.... You will never be Loved again you WILL lay next to the blade that hung the Bitter taste of Tragedy With its Fatal stroke. Darkness will display you on a Meat hook Of Evil in View of innocent Tears of Love On the Ground scattered like Rose petals Its coming OJ. Lightening Speed Snatched! suffocating skin burning  dripping into Flames in the dark  acrid void Vomiting bile, blood,  Snakes is YOU… Its here       OJ ! and no one heard you Scream.
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