3 Flags and a Beast

3 flags of freedom fly North way over my head.
They seem to race against the sky
as gray clouds move by before the morning sunrise.
I look up again and see what may be the end
Armageddon
3 flags of freedom sit perched like birds on a POWER line.
Instead, they sit upon a beast.
Not a beast from the wilderness
Or some roided out jack from WWE.
I am talking a mark ass buster that should be shot with 3 revolvers
Taken all 6 shots from each.
The beast of which I speak only takes lives, your freedom-time and currency.
This beast is tricky from time to time
asking you to come to a dark side.
They will use the FORCE to make you choose sides.
You’ll become a Agent of His-Story and whenever, wherever
Whoop, Whoop that the sound of the beast
“Do you know what the 3 flags of freedom mean? Do you.”
As you enter the beast, you bow to the 3 flags of freedom.
Your life, your precious currency, this so-called freedom
flies before you mockingly
you dont hear them in the streets?
Do you not feel their eyes following? Pimping Us
But we don’t fuss.. Enough
We rather take it and smile with no teeth
Just like the beast.
“They’ll never show their fangs to me”
learn how they speak; it is worth every penny
the ways of the beast lies beneath the 3 flags of freedom


3 flags I compare to 3 guns
Held hostage by a play called His-story
His 666 is sick sick sick

CRUTCHES

Lean away
Pendulum swings
Guide as measure
Yield to ignore sore spots
Embellished for presentable Acceptance
This one for the never respected
Their Tricks are made for….
In your darkest hour
Always there for
Ring me up just to sound like an ass
My voice heals
My voice heals
There are jokes about being gone a while
Yes, I hate to see you too
But I’m glad they know your back
Laugh out of range
When in sights hands slap
Didn’t forget the secret dap

“By the way may I ask one last?”
Come on brother from another mother
Be down for me like my truest homey

ABSURDISM

I have a reoccurring dream that my feet
Are targets at a carnival shooting gallery.
Only person paying to play is me
I always hit the target and congratulate myself with screams
All the teddy bears that hang there are missing ears
Their eyes as wide from the surprise of being sodomized
Demoralized, I take my spoils with blood their soiled
And continue to wander the grounds
Each booth I hobble up to has a sign reading
“Is this right for you? If so will the inner self please laugh like a fool”
“How do you do” wickedly smiles a distrustful bamboozler
Who hands me an entrenching tool and a carbine too
He says, “The choices are two,
A tomb for your bed and self administer a bullet in your head or,
Just keep digging and we’ll supply the dead”
I question, “Will I get to shoot?” he replies, “Only if they beg”
That moment I remember all the times to god I plead
From my hands bled Psalms of a wedding and funeral
Both are tribunals held in the big top
I confess, I confess, I confess
They shoot me out the meat grinder, no net to catch my fall
With whips that command, told to stand on the ball
Lion tamer feeds me shit and I regurgitate clowns
Who are Babushka dolls of my ego
I gather myself as the crowd heckles
While I embellish my wounds
Cock back my revolver and take aim at my feet

America the Desperate

America the desperate Wont admit the ships been hit Not from a foe, torpedo or kamikazes It was an internal eruption from its main engine Now there is an elephant in the room! Something needs to be done soon! She will soon come undone and crumble from within! Many may abandon ship or fight for the last life boat to live Some may stay and weather the fray, And hold their pride while the ship goes down to DIE! There will be a frown upon the Captains face To see the “Dream” in all dismay There’s no one to blame, except Top Chains of Command Whose stubbornness mislead to the matters at hand But, I seriously doubt they’ll give a damn All the Hands on-hand don’t hold their own decks With or without considered useless I must confess we are up to our necks The water is raising and SITREP complex Yes, time at present moment calls for a change of plans Patch it up, “Full Steam Ahead” And the head of the “Leader” who led us head less.

The Cycle of Crack pt 1

Young entrepreneur saw the path of that white bitch is hard
So he moved to the block and went hard
Young Money cook, bag, tag; manufactures with his hand
Permeates the skin, young money has a sensation
He is the greatest on the strip; all the fiends call him kid
Never did a bid, see him shaking his fist
Like 4,5,6; from 7to11 custos stay in high heaven
He knows this life, he seen it all his life
Throw’em in his mouth, when he sees the blue-red lights
No jail tonight, Po Po rides by
Its all good like everything in the hood
“Young money can I get 6”
Out his mouth he spits, still in plastic
Money over hand for that hard white bitch
He licks his lip” what is this numbness”
He like this, so constantly he spits out 4,5 maybe 6
Young money kid, hyperactive, making transactions
Speed up and own the block “BOMB” in mouth stacking his chips
KID get big, but looks a lil slim, eyes wildling, crispy crème smile round his lips
Two weeks back Young Money met a new friend
She was “fine” first time in America flew a Colombian line
He took her straight to the head, and then he choppered his cigarettes
Young money was a shot caller, at the club a “BOUNK” baller
Dope boys now call him a GEEK
Young Money on the streets; now everybody the Police
Looking like he anit ate in weeks
Not enough to go round for the fiends in the streets
“Its all for me” he screams Young Money Young Money
When them boys see young money anit nothing gonna be funny
He shorted that work, started hitting the stem under his shirt
Young no money ready to steal from me, the need of satisfying
Cycle of life accelerated for young fast money
Laying on ya back as ya go thru the cycle of Crack

RE-Comission

Come out the bushes and into the city
For it is the lord who calls
I order the word in his Holy name
I, descendent of dudes that knew Jesus
They were peas and carrots
Know that my preach is the gospel
Cause wisdom don’t live here
Just have fear of that cross you bear
Yep watch those tricksters
It is an old idea with a twist
That hoo doo fools the wise and weakens the strong
Asking me to kneel at his throne
No respect calling me flesh
Telling me to limit my self
Of all that makes me who I am
Should be put aside because “GOD has a Plan”
Build the flock, bible and speakerphone in hand
Screaming a whole lot of what GOD Damns
All thru the run down ghettos
Stands brand new temples
Fucking with your drive slow, tell yourself you need to go
When you do be fashionable
Have at least a ten spot for the basket too
See a chick ya wanna screw
Preacher starts talking looking right at you
Get down on your self; feeling pitiful
You ask your self “WWJD”
Urban church
Told to be in an image of another man
Division into numerous certain and uncertainties
It is all sex in the city and under the cloaks
Sins in the city foot to neck authority
Depriving the people of living naturally
Torture of the mind and body
Its simple reverse psychology
Outsourcing the spirit dulls the soul
Out looking for his image
Slaughtered you are on the road… to hope
By enrolled soldiers of damnation
Who throw the evil eye when telling ya how he died
Why did he go thru all that so I can live “THIS” life?
Who is the guide on the Invisible Path?
My condition has a condition
The Idea of fear is not the solution
Just piles up to be more confusion
New Mission

Factors of the Damned

Hello,
I'm an agent of the colony
I bring you a foreign policy of our preemptive strategy.
It is a guise of fear from those we fear
And ill compensate u if u join our team.
To refuse would be news for the wet work teams
who only dream to prove to me that they I need.
I need you
For some favors that are few
A couple thousands MDK's to spiral your locals into dismay.
Your current leader don't want to play our game
So we need to know the movements of his family.
Don't worry your hands will stay clean
You will be the hero who helped bring down the regime.
Ill set you up with the WTO and they will break you off a loan
so you can pay ur peoples to draw blood from a stone.
Can we put our headquarters near the ghetto dirt roads and vomit sludge from our bowels.
Can we choke you with our smoke stacks and sell ur people for labor and sex.
You look concerned
Can’t you smell the village’s burn?
It is too late to turn back.
Don't worry you can move to America
To live much better to save and send back all your cheddar
to build your castle next to the village you left on fire
you must believe what I'm saying because the debt is due.
Time to live up to your bargain,
Because ur damned whether you don't or do.

P.S.
Yeah ill give them all I got
My cleaning up will need more than a mop.

Cut Throat Assassin.

Treez Wrap

VA tested
My sardines got mercury
Ginger bread
Uncle Sam
CIA, operation believe that shit
Natural virus
Family trait
Pissed in the drinking water
Straight down the line
Talking bout your traffic
Triple capacity Jitney
I charge a flat rate
Wipe your own feces
Pissing out of a truck
DT’z
Shakedown solicitors on stimulus dirt roads
Treez wrap Treez wrap


Socks to my knees
Jacket like Inspector G
Go and get your gat and get Gully gangsta G
Sometimes I see Life thru your eyes
Still those things I must go thru

Treez Wrap Treez wrap
one last time

What is your Weaponry

Peter Pan Held a Dirk
Arthur pulled it out of hard pussy
Roman solider just had to stab something
His actions brought thunder and lighting
Blade held just that and is nice with the kicks and gats
Cats walk armed looking for problems
What da hell is bothering them?
I must kill for peace
I must kill so forever the speak of me
Text book me in history
All in the name of humanity
How funny are the contradictions?
Fuck the issues of the system
Send fire at them Babylon beast government
Those who make you pay the rent
Fists fuck their face
A case holds Items and cells structure and functions of the mind
Get destroyed just to put food on a plate
I keep going on like this; I will die on my greatest day
Then you’ll comprehend, implement
What I spoke when I stood staggering
Forcing words from between my lips
A campaign for stop talking shit
Come and get it, use your weaponry
Hating or just trying to kill me
Can you get it, survive and live it.

Y I wright

Why I write, it made the bus ride fly by
This hobby became comfort of mine (transit writing)
I wrote of the day, they protested Ilians stay
What was going on they blocked the roads,
I’ll guess I’ll have to write some more.
I write cause it helps me sleep at night
I write until my eyes won’t comply with open
I write because life motivates me
I need to know everything, so I write out questions
Why has writing become an ego sport? “I can do more”
Write more I do, inform you like a broadcast and this is not a test
I write cause sometimes there was not anything to do
While I would sit in a bare room, except for my chair
I would stare at the white walls that spill onto white tile
The restriction of the white washroom has nothing to blend in to
So I write about my family and my love for her, GAWD DAMN GRIL
I write cause I want to. It has nothing to do with you,
However, why I recite is a completely different story,
The super villain glory; that is why
I write to expel wickedness
I write to take myself more serious
I write because just about everything is amusing to me
Some how somewhere in a tear a hint of humor will be
So I write, when I get high, when I abuse spirits and wine
When I cant ague with you or when I want to garb my gun and BOOM
I write the names of people I want to kill
So I don’t have to see their blood spill
I write to chill out so I don’t have to bring the Steele out
I write cause I like to hear my self think
Its better than hearing yall talk shit
I write cause its substance needed on the mic
I write to say what real poets should
I write so I wont be hanging in the hood
I write because I have something to say
Not here to audition for “THE” play
I write cause I’m sick of some rap shit
And I’m here to tell it to you bastards
I write to expand my mind like a trip of Acid
I write and forget what I wrote
While some cant create and try to milk their GOAT
I write out of the morning and in to the night
When I find out why I write?
I’ll write that shit down, spit on stage
so you can hear how it sounds
Until then just, give my pen a TEN
For trying to explain why I write.

Little Child

Little child
See how you run with your bang toy
Little child
See how you stack your action figures
Little child
You must be the captain of the command center
Little child
You believe what you want to
Little child
You pitch a fit, scratch and spit
To who ever disagrees with you
Little child
Some say you been here before
Your words shock, your eyes can't be ignored
Little child
The world is at war for the future
That is you
Little child

NOMADS

The terrified float away from dire situations
Free souls no longer exposed to
Black Death and Fryer John at your door
Asking once more for the little ya have and ya first born
Land locked in a labyrinth of rain and fog
The green grass fertilized by rotten corpse
Creatures wait for nightfall to taste flesh
The old, women, kids and who ever clings on the limb of desperate
Has it come to this?
Is this all that is left?
Carry me away; winds blow me away from this place
Can’t stand it
Quacks who claim they are pure
The seer of Angles drown them selves
You still taste Rome in your wine
Leave love alone
The existence is far more than forbidden sex
Usury and sovereignty set the stage for all we see
The tree of branches with different leaves
The Root
Say it aloud charged with heresy
All hail my nation under the Almighty
Marching of the fools

Lost ya breath at the protest
The vote was progress in the leaders’ absence
All for the sake of the children
Laughs the statement
With its dirty hands that grip a muddy, shovel
The time is always right for tea
Not today though
The only sweetener is molasses
Just like the well-spoken public figure
Red runs the books
Parliament of crooks, who fish without hooks
Cause the net works
“Can’t believe that” is the expression, as fish gasp for air
Ever seen a bored billionaire that sits back and fondles
Twitter in his ergonomic chair
You put them there when you turned ya nose up to the other guy
The people and their parties parlay at ponzi support rallies
Its in the message
The view of the world making moves
Mobs that lob rocks and the blood that the club drew
The Grande finale to this travesty of a game show
Make it up as you go, when you find a new home

THE HIGH

Well here is a start to a hit from my high
You will get low in the eyes
Ya nose will flare wide
And on your face a smile of satisfied
Your heart may race and even change pace
No need to wonder if what ya taken is laced
I am here to give it to you in the form of the highest grade
It is only natural that I get this dope
Bringing it legal like your deadliest pharmaceutical
Nothing you can do, just notify your peoples
That ProVS got everything but stress, hate and
There is no second side two my face
If you wanna I be on ya nearest neighborhood corner
Reciting what between my lines
I push this pen and make it grind
Round and round until the words become refined
Then your ears declare, that you need this here
Verse I spit don’t compare to these cats who don’t come near
They are short stopped
I’m floating past while the rest fallen fast
And your last rhyme maybe that….
Do not make me reach in my bag
Grab my pen, pad, and birth a baby
I will put her incubator so later
I can portray her as the next Mona Lisa
Master piece of what grow inside of me
I am your everyday necessity
You no longer need what is not me
You will get so high
Do you wanna try?
There is no limit
I see it in your eyes
I see it
In your eyes
Your eyes see in it
I bring you
THE HIGH


Oba Richards

The City

The City




As I sat under the second bridged of the 36
Cast my lines and prayed for fish
The tide was low; just as I,
I bear my skin to the sun, but the clouds deny
“They block my shine”
Oh me Oh my
There is mist over the city, but I know it is just a noxious film,
The air will make you more than Ill
As the city which never has its fill
They pour in from all around,
Just as this trash on this Shore,
They are here for the skin on the beach,
The lights of the scene,
Seen some out of towners bust a Uwe,
For that street pussy they fiend,
They know in certain parts of this cesspool, that its as cheap as
Affordable homes, 50-dollar cell phones,
And some of you fake ass niggas and hoes
However, we cannot; we will not stay away,
No matter how many of your homies get taken today,
By trigger happy Babylonians or hell bent youths,
Thinks it is a game until they point a shoot.
This city, with in it so many cities,
Seems it’s being taken back, but it never belonged to nobody.
Claim your city, Rep your city,
Just be easy because the CITY has no Pity.



Oba Richards

DIE THEN

Yo cats are suspect
Full of suspense
Highly dramatic content
Lacking much substance
Truly a shame when kids
Act out your lameness
Bless those who walk with aim
Rather copy some prankster fakeness

You may not understand
But I hope you caught the gist of it
The shit that you spit is over with
We did not observe the game they played us with
And we settle for violence and negative
When we ask for love and peace; seems it can’t be found
It’s replaced with drama or has gone underground

No, No sir please get paid
I hope your content with the words you say
Cause lil taytay who wishes to be you,
Will grow one day to walk in your shoes
That no longer fit because you made a switch
And, now you must produce more garbage
You now know why, it’s on the dotted line
It’s infectious and spreads world wide
Killing young minds and those who try to live these lives that some glorify
I do not know why “WE” will not take a stand.
“I can lie down on a bed full of Grand’s.”
I see that here you still stand
Waiting for a change
I hold a monkey wrench to throw it in the game.
Build a Plane of the highest grade.
Do not burn me with that Gas
Watch my eyes go low like the see level
Come in and take a Dive, watch your self, this could be your life
I am an explorer and the ship goes deep
Places you do not want to be
The wrong side of town
Trying not to pass out
Missing your teeth wonder why you opened your mouth
You can say a least you tried
Therefore, the only thing that is left is to die!


Oba Richards

Free write/ Semi- Annual Report

Free write/ Semi- Annual Report

Push out in a cloud
Reality shapes from exhales
Naturally, I catch myself
Unconsciously the ghost inhales
A fail-safe to chance
I will be gone in a glance
Right before your eyes
Right where I stand
What is the cost of this ride that is so grand?
Never the question for those in war torn lands
Been here long enough still half a man
Apologetic forget it
That word “nigger” anit got shit on the “Red Records”
Ida B. Wells I got my Carbine and I clean it well
I’m not a time traveler
Yet the submission birth hell
Ultimate Striving Championship
However, were all in the same bucket
Constantly have to breech barriers
To climb to your brackets, all to be accepted
The whole picket fence dream is the Big Easy
“Let’em free gives us the worst from your country
If they can’t shape shift; do’em greasy
Keep’em low, and when the epidemics surface
We’ll just point to the ghettos”
Some cross the tracks and remove the dick from their ass to relax
Knowing those fables from elders at dinner tables were just labels
Do the math, less us, more you
We all got jacked by a blank check from Goldman Sachs
Obama must respect the hand that is feeding his ass
Oh well and God damn!!!
“Guiltiness rest on their conscience, Oh Yeah”

Oba Richards

Free Prisoner

Free will…
Fire wall Distorts thoughts
Seek free knowledge from fresh sources
Free to erase history
Wipe it clean In the name of
Red lines that intersect on a rider’s chest
Free swing, heavy metal
Free to coat my sword in the color
Upon the walls and floors, scrolls and books
Free to remember and forget
Resist to threats, become a threat
Riders rode and blood dried
In the name of more to come
Follow the regulations or
Their will shall be done
At the push of a button
Free prisoner make a choice
Them or Death
Free yourself in the name of
How much more
Understood was the code
Decipher, as I got older
Over stood was not a choice
It was that voice
Yet our choice
Free Prisoner

Oba Richards

High like me

Bet you don’t get high like me
Ask you for your steamroller
Scrap out the resin and get high as can be
Hold it until my lungs remind me to breath
Then I attack da cognac as it were Arizona Ice tea
The one with the runners called Rx energy
Start to grit my teeth
Black out and ruin the party
Bet you don’t get high like me
Got a sack of UFO pure potent smoke
Roll the whole 8th in a green optimo
Pulling on it like it was a Marlboro light
Cough up a lung until my brain and balls don’t feel right
I conditioned I can go all night
Candy, candy choco shrooms
Open like anxiety looms, on the roof howling to the moon
Shit!!! Drink Schlitz till my pants I piss
Red bull and Guinness until my smirk is a grimace
Boilermake a four loco and miller high life
Bottle glows like kryptonite
Full tilt ripped tonight
My red eyes no kin to red lights
Its all go Im feeling right
Hash and keef bowl hits
Blunt don’t burn to the finger tips
I smoke proper using roach clips
Bet you don’t get high like me
I get useless cant move or speak
This is how I like it, I’ll pass on the rolls and tweak
Bet ya still don’t get high like me

Oba Richards
2010

Faketrix Matrix

FAKETRIX
MATRIX


You say "sorry" SNAKE
"GOD forgive me" FAKE
Waiting until Sunday to pray
Wasn't this the day of rest
"Not hearing you"
All we do is smear shit over the mess , call it life
Laying dormant wont even give TRY
Then you speak in a manner, recondite
As if a scholar why bother
Your words take up delicate AIR space
Just as those before you
Take, lie
Steal, connive
I fight the urge to put one between your eyes
facial expression went WHY
"Do I have to die, your not my GOD"
How they plead and cry
In the name of this lord I take no pride
The currency has more trust than you and I
Yet for the dough I'll make you die
And all your folks that follow in line
Are doomed to this Hell, Oh the number on our days.
Please sir rhyme a line and do a juke for the simple mind
I really do give shit about the walls you hit
You built them for me, Now I scale them freely
Wanted it no other way except to make it easy


Oba Richards