GUTTAMAN1's blog: "POEMS FROM MY BLACK SEPT. ALBULM"

PUSSY IS PAPER,POETRY,POWER AND PISTOLS.JEALOSY WILL MAKE YA OWN PEOPLE GO AGAINST YOU INCARCERATED AT MY PEAK THE STREETS WAS THE WHOLE ISSUE .CANT SAY ITS NOTHING CUZ IT IS ,THIS IS HELL FOR ITS CRYSTAL,CLEAR AS DAY DOG IM SMELLIN THE ROSES FOR REAL,IM TIRED OF LIVIN GRAY I GOT A HEAD ON MY SHOULDERS STILL.AFTER THE PAIN ,AFTER THE LIES IM STILL A SOLDIER.AS FOR MY DAME I REALIZED I CANT CONTROL HER HERE.BEHIND THE GATES,BEHINED THE WALLS ,IN THE BOX WHATEVER.LOCK MY BODY BUT MY MIND TRAVELS ON FOREVER.LETS TURN DA PAGE ,EVERY MONTH THINGS ARE LOOKIN BETTER BUT LOOKS ARE TRICKY ANALIZE HOW THIS IS PUT TOGETHER.YOU SUSPOSED TO MISS IT BEHINED YA BACK THE COUNTRY IS SLIPPING LETTERS.ITS SO JUDICIAL BUT ITS BUILT TO KEEP EM RICH FOREVER,THE PLOT IS SIMPLE.MAN THEY KIDS,KIDS IS SHITTIN TREASURES.LOOK AT THE BUSH TWINNS, MAN THEM BROADS IS DOWN FOR WHATEVER .I HATE JUDGIN BUT THE FACTS IS REAL. ITS MUCH MORE TO RUNNIN A COUNTRY THAN PASSIN BILLS INFORCING LAWS THAT TURNED BLACK AND WHITE INTO A MONEY THING, NOW THEY BLACKS AGAINST MY BLACKS AGAINST MY BLACKS CUZ WE BROKE AINT THAT A FUNNY THING.NOT REALLY PITTIFUL A BE THE WORD FOR IT GET ON AND FORGET THE STRUGGLE I KNOW U HEARD OF IT .........

IM TRYIN TO DO DA MATH TO BLOOD BATHES AND THE MISEDUCATION OF WOMEN,USING 7AND A HALFS ON PUNCHIN BAGS DA ILLEST JAB IN THE BUISNESS.............IM STILL TRYIN TO GET BROLIC OFF DA STRENGHT OF THESE GRAMS,THE METRIC SYSTEM MUST HAVE FAILED I GOT MY PISTOL IN HAND..............PISTOL WHIPPIN ALL THESE KIDS ....LORD LOOK WHAT I DID............PUSSY IS HEAVEN AND HELL IN ONE STROKE,ITS THE SAME MYSTERY WITH NICOTINE AND BLUNT SMOKE HEAVEN AND HELL IN ONE TOKE........... IM GRIPPIN THE WHELL ON EXSTACY PILLS MY FRIENDS NO LONGER LOVE THE KID ...IM SICK OF THIS WORLD SICK OF MY GIRL ...ALL OF THE SUDDEN MY TIRES SKID ...

OOOO...IM THE KID IN THE TRENCH COAT THAT CAME TO CLASS WITH THE TOOL ,TOLD MY KIN FOLK TO STAY HOME IM A SPLASH THE SCHOOL. AND IF THEY ASK ME WHY I DID IT I SAY THEY LAUGHED AT THE DUDE ,TOLD GIRLS I WAS GAY.SHIT.. I HAD SOME GETTIN BACK TO DO, "THEN WHY U PUT 4 HOLES IN YA TEACHER?" SHE ASK ME WAS I DEAF OR STONED OFF OF REFER , HAPPILY GAVE ME AN F' CUZ I WAS SLOWER THAN OTHER READERS SO I HAPPILY AT HER CHEST AND DELIVERED HER FROM EVA.AM I WRONG FOR GETTIN EVEN CUZ IM JUST YELLIN FOR HELP,IS THIS COMPLEMENTS OF JESUS OR THE DEVIL HIMSELF.IM CONFUSSED,PLEASE LOCK ME UP SO I CAN BETTER MY SELF .

THIS IS BOUT TO SPILL ON A DIFFERENT MAGNITUDE ,TALKIN 4 MY RADICAL .WRITTIN THIS BEHIND BARS ,THINKIN BOUT MUMIA ,HOW THE MAN CAUGHT WIND OF HIS SCRIPTURES AND MINIMIZED HIS TEACHIN ,NOW THE PEOPLE SUFFER.....MAN BUT IM STILL FISHIN FOR SHARKS MENTAL TRANSPORTATION I DELIVER AN ARCH,PITCURE ME STARVIN WITH GHANDI,WALKIN WITH MALCOM PICKIN HIS THOUGHTS,SCREAMIN BLACK POWER WITH BOBBY AND HUEY HOLDIN A HAWK,SHARIN VISIONS WITH JESSY ,WE GOTTA GET BLACK FOLK OUT OF DA DARK ,COALITION OF COLORES /ALL THESE PEOPLE COOL WITH BEIN GAY BUT THAT AINT THE WAY WE DECREASE THE RATE ON SINGLE MOTHERS. BLACK GIRL LOST.BUT WHO TO BLAME IT ON WHEN THEY MOTHERS TELL EM A NIGGA AINT SHIT CUZ SHE WAS DID WRONG ...I DELT WITH COLD DAYS AND COLDER NIGHTS I FELT LOW WHEN WE ONLY HAD HEAT IF THE STOVE A LIGHT ,TOILIT OVERFLOWIN CUZ A BROKEN PIPES EITHER WE GET PUT OUT OR THE LIGHTS GO OFF IF THE MONIES TIGHT....HEAVEN GOD WILLIN THERES A HOOD THERE IM UNDER DA IMPRESSION ILL GET ACCEPTED CUZ OF MY GOOD YEARS NOT CUZ THE ADVERSITY PERSONALY I THINK THATS HURTIN ME CUZ I DEALT WITH IT BY HELPIN SATAN,ONLY WAY I WANTED TO LEAVE DA HOOD WAS BY ESCALADIN,BUT I WASNT ESCALATIN I WAS JUST ESCAPADIN PLAYIN WITH LIFE LIKE ITS RECREATION TILL IM ON MY RESPIRATION ASKIN GOD FOR AN EXPLANATION

I'VE COME ACCUSTOM TO THE FEELIN THAT SENT MOSES ACCROSS THE NILE.I WONDER IF JESUS IS COMMIN' BACK OR IF SATANS THE POSTER CHILD?QUESTIONS UNANSWERED,I WONDER WHY THEY CAN CLONE HUMAN CELLS BUT CANT SUFFICATE CANCER,I MIGHT BE GETTING BESIDES MY SELF NO REALLY IM DEALIN WITH ANGER ,I WONDER IF WE WOULD OF KNEW MALCOM AS MALCOM UNKNOWN HE HE NEVER GRACED THE CLANKER. I WONDER WOULD THE WORLD BE THE SAME IF MUHAMMED NEVER FORCED THE DESISION,ISLAM OR DEATH HOW COULD YOU FORCE A RELIGION? I WONDER IF THE CIVIL WAR WAS ABOUT MINORITY LIVING OR WAS IT CUZ THE NORTHERNERS WASNT GETTIN MONEY OFF THE SLAVERY BUSINESS .......I WONDER............I WONDER WHY PEOPLE BORN TO BE RICH AND IT FEEL LIKE IM LIVIN TO DIE ?I DONT LIKE REMEMBERIN WHEN WE WAS COLORED IM TRYIN TO KEEP MY EYES ON THE PRIZE. I WONDER IF HEAVEN GOT A GHETTO CUZ IM READY TONIGHT IF I DONT MAKE IT I'LL BE GOOD NIGGA TOSS ME SOME ICE .

MY PENMENSHIP IS SIGNIFICANT,BUT THIS HERE IS RHYTMELESS MY MIND,MIND STARTS SLIPPIN THINKIN BOUT MOSES AND ARON THEN THINKIN BOUT AM I REALLY SUSPOSED TO BE CARING.MY MIND,MIND STARTS SLIPPPIN .I GOTTA SCREAM BLOODY MURDA JUST TO GET AN AUDIENCE TO LISTEN.MY MIND,MIND STARTS SLIPPIN,SLIPPIN,SLIPPIN,SLIPPIN,SLIPPIN.HA..PARDON THE INTERMISSION MY BRAIN IS SUFFERING FROM MORE POTENT GRASS ,THEY SAY ITS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE BUT WHO IS THE LEADERS ON THE OTHER SIDE?ARE THEY PRO WAR OR PRO PEACE ?PRO ABOTION OR PRO LIFE?DO THEY SNORT OR USE A PIPE DO THEY WONDER IF TERROIST ARE GONNA STRIKE?.......... GASOLINE DREAMS IF I COULD SPARK A VISION I MAY DIE IN MY SLEEP.. THATS NOT SUICIDAL,SUICIDAL IS USING THE BIBLE TO BACK UP FALSE PROPHECIES.MAKIN MOCKORIES OUT OUT OF THE LORDS WORD .WILL THEY RESIDE IN FLAMES,ETERNAL DAMNATION LIKE THE SCRIPTURES SAY?OR WILL THEY GET THERE DAY TO REPENT?SHIT WE ALL GOIN TO HELL WE LET THE GAYS RUN THEWORLD.NO DISRESPECT BUT WHY CHOOSE A DUDE OVER A GIRL.THE ESSENCE OF SEXINESS IS A OVERCONFIDENT FEMALE,BEAUTIFUL STRUT,NO NONSENCE ATTITUDE BUT SHE AINT MAD AT YOU SHE JUST OVER PROTECTIVE OF THE GOODS SHE IS HOLDIN CUZ SHE KNOW THAT WE KNOW THE PUSSY IS GOLDEN

APRIL 14 WAS OUR ANNIVERSARY,NO RINGS NO CERAMONY WE JUST SHOOK ON IT ALL THE TURBULANCE SINCE THEN YOU CAN WRITE A BOOK ON IT ,THE DESEVING THE LYING ,SO MANY GOOD BYES AND,BIRTHDAYS PASSED AND HOLIDAYS SPENT,I WAS BLINDED LOOKING FOR MYSELF I DIDNT SPEND A GRAY CENT .THAT MADE YOU LOOK AT ME STRANGE.HOW COULD I MUSTAR THE NERVE TO ASK YOU TO BARE MY LAST NAME.YOU WAS FRESH AS MORNING RAIN,AND IM COMING STRAIGHT OUT THE STORM DRAIN.THEY SAY OPPOSITES ATTRACK,BUT WITH ALL OUR PROBLEMS THAT WAS JUST A SMALL THING .IT SEEMS SOON AS WE GET USED TO THE WEATHER THE STORM CHANGED.THEN WE WOULD WEATHER THAT UNTIL THE SUN BROKE THE CLOUDS.WE WAS SO IN TUNE THAT IF SEPERATED A THOUSAND MILES WE COULD FEEL EACH OTHERS PAIN ...THEN HURRICANE SEASON CAME.AND IT WAS NO MORE WE....AND APRIL 14 WAS JUST ANOTHER DAY IN SPRING .

SHOULD I COUNT THE WAYS.. OR SPREAD MY ARMS TO SHOW U HOW MUCH ,SEND ROSES AND CHOCOLATE,GO AND WRITE YA NAME ON MY SLEEVE .SCREAM AT THE HIGHEST MOUNTAINS TO MAKE YOU BELIEVE...HA..HA I GOTTA LAUGHBECAUSE BEFORE I LOST YOU I WAS IN THE DARK .I WOULD SAY THEM BUT TO MY BRAIN THOSE 3 WORDS WAS SO UNCOMPREHENDABLE.I DIDNT KNOW THE MEANING AT ALL,UNTIL I STARTED MISSING YOU SO UNCONDITIONAL YA STRAWBERRY KIWI SMELL. MAKES ME WANNA SPIN THE BOTTLE TO SEE IF WE SHOULD KISS OR TELL,TRUTH OR DARE,WHEN YOUR AROUND I DONT GOT A CARE IN THE WORLD. HOW COULD YOU DARE STAY AWAY FROM ME, HOW COULD YOU DARE SAY YOU HATE ME .