Rocky's Prayer

If you added more Ice, then the cooler the chill
But do you or don't you need more Christ to know
The true ruler for real

I feel deep down this isn't a session to dodge
But I find hard to sleep now
Can I question my God?

Why did I have to get shot to learn the ropes
Why do I over indulge in liquids that burn my throat

It's ironic that selling Chronic gave me so much
Sometimes drink hurts so much I vomit
Can you save this lush

Why didn't I grow up with a golden spoon in my mouth
All I want is something normal
Nothing formal
Just a groom and a spouse
Why couldn't we grow up with more room in the house

Why did you take pop's
Leaving mom with seven
How could I remain calm looking for ways to heaven

With all that's going on how could I praise the reverend?

God, you know I love you
Just walk with a player
I know you can't answer this orally
But just talk through prayer
One Love
Rocky

Written by my friend Rocky 8/1/02

Death and 3 Little Girls

Sleep Brianna tomorrow will be a beautiful day
The morning will awaken your thoughts of play
Awake, awake, my daughter of 8
Laying there in puddles of blood
Shot Dead as she slept in her bed
Another drive-by
But crime is down the authorities will say

Destinee my daughter of 3
Turn the TV off, come in the kitchen
Help mother cook
You can read your new book
Rat a tat, rat a tat
Bumble bees fly, stingers of lead
Destinee lays on the floor dead
Another drive-by
We have new stadiums and casinos the politicians will say

Ajanee my daughter of 7
Get ready my daughter, get in the car
Don't worry were not going far
When we get back you can play with your friends
Them words in my mind over and over again
The bullets hitting the car
Ajanee slumped over laying dead
Awaken me in the night
No we didn't get to go far
World class city the mayor will say
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From GV_Photos

Three little girls 8, 7, and 3 years old,
MURDERED by punks whose blood runs cold.
Brianna, Destinee, Ajanee released from this hells kitchen of a world.
Flowers which never had a chance to bloom,
called much to early to their tombs.
There is no beginning, there is no end.
Today we have all lost three little friends.

Love Jimmy j
4/02

The Gun The Results

Be not afraid of any man, no matter what his size
When larger than you is he, call on me and I will equalize

BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!

Bumble bees fly, stingers of lead
Children lay dead
Her baby dies, a mother cries
Do you feel their pain

Another drive by

You with the gun, with shit for brains
What is it, piss that runs through your veins?

You bought a radio for 40 dollars you say
and the tunes don't play

What's that got to do with a child of six
shes not part of the mix

Hey you who sold him the tunes
you couldn't give him back his 40 -- you spent it too soon.

A senseless death
because two assholes had met

A baby dies
A mother cries

All because guns are too much in supply.

jimmy j
3/01/02

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This poem is about the murder of Ajanee Pollard, age 7. The wounding of her brother Jason, age 6 and two others along with their mother.

ALL over a 40 dollar radio that didn't work. One too stubborn or too stupid to give the money back and another too crazy, so he killed over it!

Time of day: 12:30 p.m.
Place: West side of Detroit
Date: February 27th, 2002

Lost To Me A Distant Sound

Tears fall from a babies eyes
Mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles
All love ones in-between
Gone is your touch
But I feel your presence everywhere
Knowledge you gave me
I now understand
You were the present under the Christmas tree

In the stars I see the twinkle of your eyes
In winters preview, I feel the warmth of you
On holidays when joy prevails
I close my eyes and feel your smile
In times of panic, your voice sooths me
These things and many more you left behind
Get me through troubled times

I will be with you soon
My mother, my father, my aunt and uncle
And all love ones in-between
A lifetime being but a wink in God's eye
As I enter eternity where we all will rest
We look down at our children's children
Knowing the knowledge we leave behind
Will help them to achieve their best

Jimm j.
3/20/00

Everyday My Madness Grows

13 year old using and selling drugs
At the age of ten is when this begin

MY MADNESS GROWS

How many crack babies were born today
Wires from head to toe
Addicted to drugs, before they leave the womb
Their mothers crack head holes

MY MADNESS GROWS

Children killed in drive by shootings
Fire bombed houses
Beaten to death
A angry adult

MY MADNESS GROWS

How many friends did you bury last year
The year before, and the year before that
How many will be murdered this year
That's what I fear

MY MADNESS GROWS

World class city is what they tote
Damn they too must be smoking dope
Look around the ghetto is still there
Drug houses from block to block
No one to trust, they don't see the rest of us

MY MADNESS GROWS

DEMOCRACY, DEMOCRACY, DEMOCRACY
FUCK THEM
HYPOCRISY, HYPOCRISY, HYPOCRISY

I don't care about your color of skin
If you're as poor as me
You're the same color I am

MY MADNESS GROWS

Sick as a man, woman, or child can be
No money no doctor to see
Medical coverage not available to all
We are but patched up inner tubes put back on the street
Damn isn't this democracy neat

MY MADNESS GROWS

But know I have you my friends
I expel my anger
Knowing you understand
Easing my pain till I leave this room
I need not explain
I give you my love one and all
Because in this room we all stand tall
The blood from our bodies turned to ink
Our hearts telling our life story
There are no liars here
People may not understand what we have to say
But damn I'm glad I came today

MY LOVE GROWS



02/08/02
Jimmy j

Understanding

I know you will lack understanding of what it is I write
Flowers, trees, blue skies, a gentle breeze and beauty made to please
A darker side to living, the opposite of these
The world in which I often dwell
Not written out of make believe, rules by mobocracy
Driven by streets of hypocrisy
Church bells ringing with gods word to tell
Lost to gun fire in the air, a sure sign of living in hell
Children mentored by neighborhoods of despair
Their story of life burning in my mind
No relief till pen is put to paper
I can not explain
My life can only be better
When they achieve the same