Born Dead

Babies getting high
Before they learn to cry
Mothers getting stoned
Babies in the womb
Bellies with no love
Nothing but a tomb

Mothers live the lie
Don't even try
One day out of the womb
Now I need a fix
Mother why you put me in this mix

Sick, hungry and cold
I'm only one day old
Your tits full of drugs
A body full of bugs
Shed no tear for me
Drugs all you see

Conceived out of money
Never to be mothers honey

Do you know who's my father
A name, no you didn't bother
For a little cash
You let him hit that ass

I'm only one day old
Sick, hungry and cold
Now I need a fix
Mother you started this

When I get a little older
My mannerisms will be a little colder
I will supply you with dope
You gave me no hope

Only to be judged as bad
Fuck them, never had no dad
Never had a mother
Just a mother fucker

Sitting now in a jail, old, hungry and cold
Sentenced to death, crimes the judge called bold
What a joke you see

I DIED BEFORE I EVER CRIED

Love
Jimmy j

Wrote this sitting on the curb at 9:00 a.m. 6/21/02 watching the world go by

Matters Not

I look forward to meeting you
This greeter of heavens gate
A unknown angel who opens doors
Matters not if your pimp or whore

Rich or poor carry no special key
Catholics, Protestants , Jews, denominations of every kind
Matters not , all can walk through
Black, white, yellow, brown colors of skin not available to wear
The color of love the only color to see
The one available to you and me

Gone is poverty and despair
Gone are kingdoms of wealth
The poor shall be rich, and the rich shall be poor
Only to be judged by what you did before you arrived here

No drinking, no smoking, no drugs allowed
Many of these things brought you here

Lost is all that pain and sorrow
Lost is that two faces many people wear
Lost is that serpent tongue that lashes out
Spilling words from your foul mouth

OH YES , OH YES, I look forward to meeting you
This greeter of heavens gate

Peace instead of pain, Joy instead of sorrow
Love instead of hate
A unknown road of tomorrow

Where money buys nothing
Love brings you everything

Don't cry for me when my time has come
The stars at my feet, Angels by my side
I have finally arrived



Jimmy j 5/02

A Lesson Learned

People drive by but do they see
Work but do they live

Structure of life much to fast
Take time to reflect on the past
So the future you seek
Not to end in retreat

Over and over again the same mistakes
Only to learn a day too late
One more soul to cremate



A lesson learned
A body burned

Jimmy j. 1:40 p.m.
3/7/02

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

Smoke in the Air

Lost not knowing his despair
Blowing, blowing smoke in the air
Sirens in the distance
Louder and louder soon they would be there
Laying on the floor unconscious
The drugs delight
Put him there
Coming out of the drugs choke hold
Not wanting their help
Begging them to leave
Only wanting his stem
Smoke, Smoke in the air
His only desire
Only with the coroner
He will retire

Smoke in the Air

Lost not knowing his despair
Blowing, blowing smoke in the air
Sirens in the distance
Louder and louder soon they would be there
Laying on the floor unconscious
The drugs delight
Put him there
Coming out of the drugs choke hold
Not wanting their help
Begging them to leave
Only wanting his stem
Smoke, Smoke in the air
His only desire
Only with the coroner
He will retire

No Control

Insulated from the outside world
Fornicating the drugs euphoria of being
Not believing in normal feelings
Higher & higher with no relief
Just one more hit
Then I will quit
A fool always to be
Not believing the drug controls me
Lying to family & friends
What do they know I am not with them
Looking in the mirror what do I see
Only the ghost that stands beside me
Voices in the wall and behind the trees
My eyes & ears available to these
Mothers, fathers, sisters and sons, money please
I will tell you any lie, just to appease
Have to stay high, so I don't see the realization of me
Always to be the drugs whore
Till death or jail closes the door

Jimmy j

Death of a Street Soldier

Ifresse Hall, nicknamed Fezzy, age 20
Murdered on Kilbourne
Hell's Kitchen
A Young Street Soldier
A Gang Member, A Member No More
Flowers which never have a chance to bloom
Called much too early to their tomb
Educated by the streets of hypocrisy
Ruled by the violence of Mobcracy
There is no beginning, or no end
Today I have lost a friend