🔵 By Lamont Wilkins. Photo by lauragrafie.
I’ve seen it all..
From men born with silver spoons in their mouths,
to young boys that want to poke their chest out.
I’ve seen it all..
From White kids that grew up around Black kids,
that don’t understand what all the fuss is about.
„I mean… I grew up in the hood with him – that’s my nigga.“
I’ve seen it all..
From so-called „Gangsters“ and „Real G’s“,
to undercover „Haters“ – that smile in your face,
but can’t wait to stab you in the back.
I’ve seen it all..
From loud talking and chest thumping,
that turns to pushing and shoving,
which turns into punches…
Then to surrender…
Then to…
I’ve seen it all..
When I walked by, they were fighting,
the one winning was on top.
Well… now the winner is on bottom…
I’ve seen it all..
But I don’t judge…
You do what you have to do,
so you can do what you want to do.
I have to survive, I have to keep my Legacy in tact.
So, I want everyone to know I will do so,
„By Any Means…“
„Necessary“ is not a necessity,
its a given.
I wasn’t born in prison,
so I don’t know how to accept it.
I was born a Male,
that grew into a Man,
who strives to become a Legend.
But I’ve seen too much.
I’ve seen the silver spoon rust,
and cut the mouth,
turning to Lock jaw..
His poor mouth never closes now…
I’ve seen more than one gangster drop his flag…
and his pants..
and his boxers..
and to his knees..
and his facade…
I’ve seen it all…
But I don’t judge.
They just wanna be Them…
I’ve seen it all…
I should’ve written a book called..
„You Can’t Make This Shit Up!“
But even now, it seems far fetched.
I know someone I grew up with,
that gangbanged, then realized he’d appropriated a „Black Thing.“
Only because his concerned Aryan brothers showed him the way…
it was those same brothers,
that instigated a situation…
an left him on his own,
to fight for his life – which he kept..
and fight for his manhood – which he lost.
And now…
No One talks to him about brotherhood,
cause they’re afraid of the association.
I’ve seen it all though…
So I grab some food out not my cell,
put it in a bag,
and set it by his door.
I realize now…
sometimes, you have to see and not see…
Sometimes, its not about Them…
its about You…
Welcome To My World…
This is just a day in prison – watching.
Imagine 18 years and counting… Waiting.