The census told us that the people are unforgiving. They will change the laws for the dead, but mismanage the living. Is a man really that much less because he is confined to a cell? What if that man made a one time, circumstantial mistake, and now he’s damned to concrete hell? I understand the concept in its theoretical form, lock away the bad, and call it social reform, but you know you went wrong somewhere along those lines, when a 15 year old Californian boy will never again see the oceans shine. They gave him over-zealous prosecutors and crooked time, his time in your jails is where his hands became no longer violently benign. stab, rape, fight, kill to see another day, the officials don’t mind it as long as it doesn’t cut into their severance pay. Look at the statistics and realize what you have done, don’t try to justify or escape, although I’m sure that guilt weighs a ton. You either don’t care, or your drunk when you sleep at night, while the 16 year old adult wonders about his upcoming morning fight. A fight not fought for attention and not for esteem, but a fight fought to avoid his bi-weekly rape, inside of your Californian dream. Vote left, or vote right, but your vote won’t do shit for this young man’s fight. He will be raped just like your thirsty prosecutors thought he should be, and meanwhile your pawn will be out at what should be a dinner for three. Thanks to our taxes, his meal was free.
He will pay with a reimbursable, government credit card. But an innocent man gets stabbed to death in a prison yard. There isn’t three, two but one man sitting in that chair. That undisciplined, fat fuck eats his victory meal like we aren’t going to MAKE him care. There are young men like me everywhere who are silently screaming “revolution”, some are bothered by their educational options, others by the state institution. My motives are rather evident, but my methods are illusive, call me a liar and force me to prove it. I would never take a man’s life away just for the hell of it, but lock me in a room with Obama for two minutes and my beliefs regarding violence will become irrelevant. I’m a firm believer in the notion that violence will leave us all lacking true prosperity, but in some isolated incidents the moderation of life can be truly justified as a charity. I better stop now before I get carried away, because I was born into an environment where I was told what not to say. Don’t cross this line, don’t cross the next, fuck your feelings or what moral obligation you’ve got sitting on your chest. Do what you are told, just because they said so. Never question authority when they tell you no, no, no. Don’t believe that, don’t watch this, that writer must be the manifestation of satan’s hiss. All my young life i saw trouble from Christians because I dared to speak against a single religious event, but on the weekends my opponents protested the censorship of Jesus Christ. I have seen his name oppressed for unreasonable reasons, but countries are founded on his name, and he got his very own season. You aren’t any better because of your god, matter of fact you are less because you rule with that rod. Don’t misunderstand me, I attack not the christian, but each blind man who uses scripture as a crutch or a prescription. I am the son of a preacher and the cousin of a mad gun, one will speak with you lightly, the other will make you disappear or run. I’m sure both men have their own rules and motivation, but both are a product of a confused generation. Lets talk about me, because that was their counter, I treat women with respect, depressive realist, but I’m no downer.
I should end this rant right here, for sure, because they told us that one kid’s wild rant will never be heard. Ask my parents, I have always preferred actions against words, I would punch a corrupt judge in his fucking face but then they have me in that cage with the birds.
Never oppress, steal or lie, those are my goals. I fall short every day, but I know what the future holds. I plan to shine every way and let my words become vindictive, my worst fear is to live a life that my future children would call predictive. Live a life full of health, and be ready to die for what you believe, and don’t just believe it because of what you have seen. Your perspective is small, but potential is endless, keep an open mind and ears, most importantly, always be morally relentless. We, the kids, are going to end this so-called dream, between my words and these bullets, we aren’t what we seemed. They saw us as alone, uneducated and weak, but they fucked up their own tax-funded meals, when they gave me a pen and the ability to speak.