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

I'm A Poet

A masturbater of words
As I masturbate, words come outI'm A Poet
The words turn into drugs, addicted to them
I write, I write again and again

As you look at me what, what do you see
Close your eyes and really see me

The words, the words their thunderstorms in my brain
I cannot refrain
Can you feel me, can you really, really feel me

Drugs, drugs they're everywhere, fuck I know them well
I use them too
That's why I'm talking to you

Murder, robbery, children dying, gang violence, poverty
Despair lack of education
I have been there before, only to return again and again

Jails I have seen the inside of them
Schools never spent much time in one
Too busy hanging on corners
Having what I thought was fun
Education, education I preach to the young
Don't be a fuck up like me, get one

We are all slaves to this corporate dream
Companies go broke
That parachute scheme executives make
Damn that's no joke
They end up with millions
While the rest of us go broke

They make so much more, by paying us less
It's time we make them take the drug test

I look at this new downtown
All these white faces, all around
Fuck where did they all come from
They never lived in this town

Ever notice how may white coppers there are
Never lived here, they came from afar

Let's write of Africa, you heard, what the millennium
Lady had to say
No water, but slavery still there, everywhere
What's the matter America, no oil there

What of priest, inside a zipper is their Last Supper
Little boys suffer
Looking for God
Instead got a blow job
What of nuns, damn don't they have fun
I'd like to do one

So much more to write about
This hypocrisy we see, you and me

Yes I'm a masturbater of words
My pen and my peter
With two hands left and right
I can do both tonight

Love Jimmy j
6-1-02

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

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

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 Other

When drugs is your lover
There can be no other
No sister, no brother
No mother or father to be
No son or daughter to truly see
The drugs true story
A life of grief
On the streets of no relief
Stupidity is all you gain
When drugs take over your brain
Read my words my sister, my brother
Take control or death or jail is all you will ever gain

Jimmy j

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

Mother

mother, mother I do not want your addiction
do you not know of loves restrictions
when you close your eyes do you not see
loving thoughts of me
fragile laying deep inside of thee
are you blind to me, is the dope all you see
do you feel no obligation
when I finally leave your womb
you have sentenced me to
drug addictions TOMB

Life In Conflict

Thunder pounding relentlessly in his brain
Wondering streets of despair
Plundering, on and on, no night, no day
No understanding, no pain
Lusting for the drugs delight
Make shift tombs, nothing sane
Insanity prevails
Constant conflict with imaginary voices
Never stopping over and over again
Heart's pounding, racing, a volcano fueled by drugs
Erupting in violence from lack of refrain
Not loving, feeling not understanding
He cares not, no realization of truth
Believing his lies if only to retain his flight
No method to his madness
Just chasing the high, never to fly
No one can help
Till he helps himself
His destiny a deathbed of regret

Know Me

I see their madness in the darkness of light.
Intangibles in the ways of life.
In bottles, or rocks, the extremes of insanity prevail.
Never trusting, only hearing voices and unconscious minds.
Never ending voices everywhere.
Unconscionable desires for the nectar of their madness.
Never no end to their sadness.
Conscious for briefs period of time.
Not desiring a conscionable mind.
They do what they most to return to that fantasyland.
Returning to their tombs of despair.
Always being nowhere.

Hidden From View

He drank the snake blood of the street
Sang the song of ones so meek
Dwelled in worlds far from the normality of mankind
Not to be understood
Because he does not understand
Worlds apart, yet the same
He expanded his mind
Looked from above like an eagle
Looking down seeing all the lies
Jealousy, hate, greed, people with two faces
All he wished to do is hide

Either Or

They wander the streets to sell what they have
Often looking to steal to have what they want
Their bodies for sale, so they can inhale
They have disconnected from life, to live
Such too tragic tale, always wanting to get higher
To which I can avail
But it only has one outcome to be dead or in jail

Five Dollar Whore

I am a $5.00 whore of which I have no regret
It gives me a $5.00 hit
And I thank your for it
What about you "You $5.00 trick"
You deserve what your going to get
A doctor you will seek
You $5.00 creep
We have no respect
No doctors to get a check
Our body's so meek
Year after year walking the street
Looking for a $5.00 fix
FIND ME A $5.00 TRICK

Life in the Five and Dime

Nickel cocks, dime rocks their fantasy begins
Their belligerent day begins as it ends
Over and over again
Never belonging, only longing for their fantasy never to end
No method to her madness, just selling her nickel cock for a dime rock
Over and over again
Matters not black or white, they’re only mission in life
The satisfaction as the drugs malignancy begins
No night, no day, all make-believe living in makes shift homes tombs of despair
Chasing the high, never to fly on the bottom
Over and over again
They malinger in thought
Because the drug has taught
Its malicious way