NIGGA UNDER A TAX
By Eddie Milton Garey
Hear Ye! Hear Ye! What The Government Has To Say;
Let Us Tax These Niggas Everyday.
In Each And Every Way;
Tax His Pay, Tax His Play,
Tax The Nigga For The Time Of Day.
Tax His Shirt, Tax His Dirt;
Tax Him Hard, Hit Him Till He Hurt.
Make Him Go Berserk, Tax His Mind On The Way To Work.
So He’ll Be Misunderstood, Tax Him So Damn Good;
He Won’t Be Able To Live In The Hood.
So Many Taxes He Won’t Be Able To Think;
Tax His Food, Tax His Drink, Tax Him When He Blink.
Tax His Car;
Tax Him At The Bar,
Tax Him On The Grill;
We’ll Tax That Nigga For Having Skill.
Tax His Gas; Tax His Grass; Tax His Black Ass.
Tax His Home, Tax That Nigga Everywhere The Deer And Buffalo Roam.
Wherever Those Niggas Be;
Don’t Let Them Roam Toll Free.
Tax Their Health, Tax Their Wealth;
Then We’ll Teach Those Niggas To Tax Their [Muther Fucking] Self.
Tax Him If He Sue; For Taxes Is All That He Has Due.
Tax Him If He Lose, Tax Him If He Win, Tax His Sin;
Tax His World Without End,
Tax Him On Every Penny He Spend.
Tax Him When He Fail;
So That We Can Penalize His Black Ass With Jail.
Even There We Will Tax Those Niggas Well;
And When The Niggas Dies, We’ll Tax His Heaven, We’ll Tax His Hell!
TO ALL OF THOSE WHO GOT BEEF RECOGNIZE OBAMA THE NEW COMMANDER-IN CHIEF
By Eddie Milton Garey
I’m Tired Of The Hitchhikers, Niggers And Crackers;
Being Investigated By These Hot Bush Whackers.
Warring With The Beast;
In The Middle East,
Being Kidnapped By The Police.
The Worthless Dollar,
The Corrupt White Collar,
Fuck Osama;
I’m Down With Obama;
But I Don’t Need The Drama,
From The Baby Mama.
Call Me A Fool;
Cause I’m After My 40 Acres And My Mule.
Pushing For Number One;
So I Gotta Have My Shot Gun.
When You Make It To The Top;
The Haters Don’t Stop.
Bullet Proof Windows;
30s & Lows;
Trews And Vogues.
In The Race To Win;
With Platinum Rims That Spin,
20s & 10s;
At The Capital Pushing A Baby Black Benz.
Diggin In The Scene;
In The White House Limousine
With The Secret Service In The Ride;
The First [Black] Lady At His Side.
In The Land Of The White Pilgrim’s Pride;
Where They Beat The Skin Off Our Black Ancestor’s Hide.
Land Where Our Black Forefathers Died.
Black Is Beautiful, Tan Is Grand;
But White Is No Longer The Color Of The Big Boss Man;
In The Land Of The Ku Klux Klan.
To All Of Those Who Got Beef;
Recognize Obama Our New Commander-In-Chief.
Another Star Is Born
Welcome To The Rapper Storm
By Eddie Milton Garey
Respect My Gambit;
Snow Bunny Bandit.
While You’re Running Round With That Cavewoman Fever;
Being Struck With The Cleaver;
Licking The White Beaver.
Hanging Out On The Street;
Eating That White Meat.
I Be Crossing Boarders;
Calling Shots From Gangster Headquarters.
Driving Big Body Benz;
Making The Whirlwind.
Like A Cool Breeze;
Blowing On Green Trees,
I’ll Cover Your Ass Like A Tsunami;
Beat You Down Like A Zombie,
I’m A Typhoon;
A Beast, Not A Goon,
A Creature From The Black Lagoon,
Like A Looney Tune;
Up In Your Living Room.
Driving Your Ass Insane;
Blowing Out Your Bitch’s Brains,
Like A Hurricane.
Then I’ll Be Gone;
Like A Cyclone,
Wiping Out Your I-Phone.
I’m A Blizzard;
Changing Colors Like A Lizard,
A Lyrical Wizard.
Spinning Tracks Like A Tornado;
In Laredo.
Every Since I Was Born;
They Called Me The Thunderstorm.
Cutting Lips Like Blisters;
With These Tantalizing Tongue Twisters.
Blowing Smoke At The Hemp Fest;
A Mighty Tempest,
The Greatest Of The Best;
Putting The Haters To Rest.
Hey Loddy Doddy;
We Like Gangster Pot Potties.
Hey Loddy Doddy;
We Like Gangster Pot Potties,
Kick Boxing And Black Belt Karate;
Driving Big Bodies,
Mazaradies;
Benz, Bentley And Bugatties.
Rolling Your Boat Gently Down The Stream;
We Like Chocolate Bars And Cherry Cream,
Diggin In The Scene;
With Gangster Shoulder Leans,
Wearing Levis Blue Jeans.
Hearing The Crowds;
Scream Our Names Out Loud.
Bitches Snorting Caine.
Up On The Polls Going Insane;
Hanging Out In Bars;
In Our Converse All Stars,
Candy Painted Cars.
Sipping On Juice And Gin;
[While] Riding On Rims That Spin.
Making Them Choke;
Off The Green We Smoke,
Selling Dope;
The False Promises Of Hope.
From Obama’s;
Half White House Of Drama,
Slapping Our Baby Mamas;
For Sleeping In Pajamas.
Weapons Of Mass Destruction;
This Is Another Gangster Whitewall Production!
I Don’t Mean To Blunder
Your One Hit Wonder
By Eddie Milton Garey
I’m From Daytona;
Where The Police Smoke Marijuana;
Lock Niggas Up Just For Standing On The Corner.
Like Lyrics In A Lil Black Book;
My Hook,
Makes The Bitches Look;
My Rapcipe Tops The Charts Like Sam Cook.
I’m Feeling Illegal;
Let Me Drive Yah [Baby Girl] Like A Stolen Buick Regal.
Take You To The East Side;
Where Niggas Ride,
With Pride,
In Escalades;
Spinning On Diamond Blades,
Windows Wearing Gucci Shades.
Doors Committing Suicide;
With [These] Tech Nines At My Side,
Closer Than Bonnie Was To Clyde.
I’m The Lyrical Beast,
From The East;
Welcome To The Feast.
Where I Eat All These Rappers Alive;
None Will Survive.
I Don’t Mean To Blunder;
Your One Hit Wonder.
Or Your 15 Minutes Of Fame;
30 Seconds Of Game,
What A Shame;
Now Whose To Blame;
Because You’re So Damn Lame?
I’m The Best;
In The Wild Web West!
A Lyrical Beast, From The East;
Roll The Dice;
Because I’m The Lightening That Strikes Twice!
Leaving You Laying On The Curb;
Sipping On That Sucker Syrub!
Bitches Call Me Life Savers;
Because I Skeet In So Many Flavors.
Niggas Be, Dipping, Lipping;
Sipping And Set Tripping
But I Ain’t Slipping.
Which Is Why I Got The A-K;
To Keep The Haters At Bay.
I’m No Faker;
A Real Breath Taker,
So Don’t Become A Client Of The Undertaker.
Watch Their Eyes Get Bigger;
As I Pull The Trigger.
Step Back;
Get Out The Way Of The Gack.
I’m Coming Cross The Track
The Price Is Right;
Come On Down And Die For The Rest Of The Night.
Let Me Take You Out Of The Zone;
Drop You Off In The Nearest Funeral Home;
Leave My Lyrics On Your Tomb Stone.
Here Lies In The Ground;
No Longer Making A Sound,
Struck By Lightening Followed By Thunder;
Another One Hit Wonder
Slaughtered By The Lyrical Beast;
From The East,
May His Fans Rest In Peace.
I KNOW A BITCH!
By Eddie Milton Garey
I Know A Bitch Name Crazy;
Head So Good But The Pussy Be Lazy!
I Know This Bitch Name Retard;
Talks A Lil Funny But Keeps The Meat Hard.
I Know A Bitch Name Weird;
Fucks Only On Her Period.
I Know This Bitch Name Insane;
Gives Good Brain.
Coochie Tight;
Loves To Fuck All Night.
I Know A Bitch Name Disorder;
Gives It Up For A Quarter.
I Know This Bitch Name Botox;
A Real Fox,
Fuck For A Bull And A Chicken Box.
I Know A Bitch Name Incompetent;
Good For Paying The Rent,
1st Cousin Name Ignorant.
Loves Crypt In A Swisher Sweet Blunt;
Only Gives It Up On The 1st Of The Month.
I Know This Bitch Name S.S.I.;
Met Her At A Fish Fry,
Pussy Good, Ass So Fly!
She’s Got A Sister Name A.F.D.C.;
Running Around Naked All Day Stocking Me.
I Know This Bitch Name Gay;
Always Good For A Three Way.
I Know A Bitch Name Stupid;
Shooting More Arrows Than Cupid.
I Know This Bitch Name Booty;
A Real Cutey;
Likes It In That Tuti Fruity.
HONKIES, JUNKIES AND MICROWAVE MONKIES
By Eddie Milton Garey
I’m Tired Of These Honkies;
Junkies And Microwave Monkies.
Stay Out My Way;
I’m Having A Bad Day.
They Called My Name In Jail;
Saying “You’ve Got Mail!”
Letter From The Federal P.D.;
With Words No One Wants To See.
12 Federal Judges Hating On My Liberty.
So Terrible They Made Me Feel;
When He Said “They Denied Your Appeal!”
Called Him Asked Him What’s The Deal;
The Game Is Real,
Your Fate Is Under Seal.
They’re Playing For Keeps;
Put Yourself On The Streets.
So Long, You’re On Your Own, No Dial Tone;
Then He Hung Up The Phone.
I Knew I Must Survive,
By Staying Alive;
As I Perfect My 2255!
Legal Research Is No Fun;
When You Must Avoid Those Seeking That 5K.1!
Those Niggas With That B.E.T. Degree;
Working On That 35 B,
Blocking Access To The Law Library.
I’m A Heavy Weight Fighter;
Every Day On That USP-Typewriter.
Overcoming These Honkies;
Junkies And Microwave Monkies.
Refusing To Let Them Stop Me;
Which Is Why I’m Litigating So Effectively To Be Free!
OUT GO THE CAT OUT GO THE RAT
DRIVING YOU CRAZY WHEN I LICK IT LIKE THAT
By Eddie Milton Garey
Out Go The Cat, Out Go The Rat;
Hey Baby Girl Let Me Get Some Of That.
My Rolls Is Red, My Diamonds Are Blue;
Drop Those Panties Shorty And Show Me What It Do!
Nick Knack, Patty Whack, Give A Dog A Bone;
Put Your Mouth All Over The Microphone.
Green Acres Is The Place You Ought To Be;
Giving All Of That Booty To A Nigga Like Me.
Opening Those Legs Far And Wide;
Letting Me Put This Tongue All Up Inside.
Out Go The Cat, Out Go The Rat;
Driving You Crazy When I Lick It Like That.
Eanie, Meanie, Miney Moe,
I Can Lick It Fast, I Can Lick It Slow;
You’ll Grab Me By My Ears And Never Let Me Go.
Nick Knack, Patty Whack, Let Me Hear Your Pussy Lips Smack;
Like Peanuts & Popcorn On A Carmel Coated Cracker Jack.
My Rolls Is Red, My Diamonds Are Blue;
Bend Over Shorty, Let Me Give This Toy Surprise To You.
Train, Train, Number Nine;
Give Me That Booty One More Time.
If The Train Goes Off The Track;
Do You Want Your Loving Back?
Nick Nack, Patty Whack,
Give A Dog A Bone;
If You’re Tired Of Spending Your Time Alone.
Green Acres Is The Place You Ought To Be;
Out In The Country Inn Laying Next To Me.
Opening Those Legs Far And Wide;
Letting Me Pour All My Love Inside.
HUSH LITTLE HOOCHIE MOMMA DON’T YOU CRY
By Eddie Milton Garey
Hush Little Hoochie Momma Don’t You Cry;
“G” Pimping’s Going To Sing You A Freaky Lil Lulla-Bye.
If That Lulla-Bye Doesn’t Turn You On;
“G” Pimping Will Play You A Gangster Rap Song.
If That Gangster Rap Doesn’t Bust A Rhyme;
“G” Pimping’s Guaranteed To Blow Your Mind.
While Massaging Your Body, Licking Your Booty From Behind;
Another Like “G” Pimping You’ll Never Find.
If That Doesn’t Make You Hot;
“G” Pimping Will Lick Cool Whip From Your Favorite Spot.
“G” Pimping Will Lick It Numb;
Like The Juicy Fruit In Your Chewing Gum.
While Making Your Booty Hum;
It That Doesn’t Make Your Coochie Cum.
“G” Pimping Will Upgrade To A More Freakier Style,
If This Lulla-Bye Ain’t Freaky Enough;
“G” Pimping Will Climb Up Backwards Into Your Funky Stuff.
After You’ve Enjoyed The Sexy Treat;
“G” Pimping Will Sing This Lulla-Bye While Sucking You To Sleep.
Hush Little Hoochie Momma Don’t You Cry;
“G” Pimping Loves You And That’s No Lie.
Be Proud Hoochie Stand Tall;
Without Hoochies There Would Be No Pimping At All,
Brought To You By Gangster Whitewall.
Happy Hour Dollar; During Booty Call;
@The Alcohol Mall
By Eddie Milton Garey
While You’re Busy Chasing Food Stamps;
I’ve Got Ten Virgins On The Poles Trimming Lamps.
Five Wise,
With Open Eyes;
Not Being Deceived By Gangster Lies,
Collecting Dividends From Those Wall Street Guys.
Five Foolish Tricking Black Bitches;
Evil Witches,
Wearing Skin Tight Britches.
Saying You Deserve A Break Today;
From A Chick-To-Lay.
We Aim To Please;
All V.I.P.S.
Hold The Cheese,
Cut The Lettuce;
Special Booty Calls Don’t Upset Us.
Have It Your Way;
Just Pay, To Play!
A Pair Of Cute Fatties
With Two All Beef Patties.
Special Sauce On A Sexy Ma Skeet Bun;
Ready For A Lil Fun,
In The Sun.
Asses So Tight;
In The Heat Of The Night,
In Sight;
They Must Be Right.
Like Steak-n-Shake;
I Wanna Shake-n-Bake,
That Patty Cake.
Nibble On That Nipple;
Like A Wendy’s’ Triple.
In The Park;
After Dark,
Sipping On Cutty Sark.
Because That Old Grand Dad;
Made You Sad.
You Can Lick Brandy’s;
Candy.
While Crack;
Kill Apple Jack.
Just To Get Ahead Of The Game;
With Champagne.
Sleeping With Jackie;
Thinking About Saki;
While Sucking On Tequila;
I Wanna Be With Sheila.
Because The Closer I Get To You;
The More I Feel Sad And Blue.
Vodka And Courvoisier,
Keep Calling Me Everyday.
Like A Cock-a-Spaniel;
Drinking Jack Daniel.
In Heat;
On Bourbon Street,
Walking The Beat;
Looking For A Treat,
The Police Gave Me The Third Degree;
When He Caught Me Drinking Hennessey.
He Had A Heart Attack;
After I Hit Him With A Bottle Of Cognac.
I Watched Him Die;
As He Landed On A Bottle Of Rye.
On My Way To Meet The Christian Brothers;
I Saw Three Surrogate Sisters Looking For Lovers,
Who Took Me For A Spin;
Slurping On That Slow Gin.
Taking Double Hitters;
Of Those Bitters.
Dropping Coke And Rum;
Just For Fun.
Watching Those Booties Clap;
When They Hear The Whip Schnapps.
Spinning Away Like Johnnie Walker Red;
Dodging The Fed.
I Took A Notch;
Of Scotch.
While Holding A Large Mug Of Lager Beer;
When The Phones Rings Only To Hear.
My Girl Gail;
Drunk As Hell.
Asking Me To Take Her Out To Eat At Steak And Ale.
It’s Another Revelation Living In A Tricky Situation
By Eddie Milton Garey
Girl I Took You From The Hood;
Then You Reward Me Evil For Good.
Till Death Do Us Apart;
You Would Love Me Only With All Your Heart.
Said You Were My Wife;
But Instead You Married Another, Giving Me 30 To Life;
And Hatred For My Love;
Left Me Talking To GOD Up Above.
Looking Beyond The Sky;
Because He Is The Most High,
Wondering Why.
He Allowed You To Betray Me;
And How Much Longer It Will Be,
Before He;
Restores Unto Me,
The Blessings Of [Love And] Liberty?
It’s Another Revelation;
Living In A Tricky Situation.
Overcoming Every Day Temptations;
Trials And Tribulations,
How Long Will You Keep Trying To Turn My Glory To Shame?
Why Do You Keep Hating On My Name?
What It Is, What It Be?
Anywhere The Wind Blows Is Cool With Me.
As Long As It Blows Me Out Of The B.O.P.;
With Trucks Filled With Gold And Cash Money.
For All Those Who Be, Hating To See;
That GOD Chose To Shed His Blessings Upon A Nigga Like Me!
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?!
By Eddie Milton Garey
YEA MY OWN FAMILIAR FRIEND WHOM I TRUSTED;
ABANDONED ME WHEN I GOT BUSTED.
IS IT THOSE WHICH DID EAT OF MY BREAD;
WHO NOW SAY THEY’RE GLAD I WAS SEIZED BY THE FED?
BLESSED IS HE WHOSE TRANSGRESSION IS FORGIVEN;
GOOD HE WILL RECEIVE AS HE KEEPS ON LIVING;
LET ALL THOSE WHO LAUGH WITH INIQUITY;
STAND IN AWE WHEN HE RECEIVES THE BLESSING OF LIBERTY!
FOR ON THAT DAY;
THEY WILL BE FOUND WANTING WHEN THEY HEAR HIM SAY:
“WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU;
WHEN I NEEDED SOMEONE TO HELP ME SEE IT THROUGH?
WHEN I WAS ALONE NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO;
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?
WHEN I NEEDED TO HEAR THAT’S IT’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT;
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS CRYING THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT?
WHEN I NEEDED LETTERS TO EASE MY MIND;
YOUR WORDS WERE NOT THE ONES I COULD FIND!
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS SHEDDING SO MANY TEARS;
WERE YOU STILL COLLECTING BROKEN HEARTS AS SOUVENIRS?
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WAR ROSE UP AGAINST ME;
WERE YOU ALSO WORKING FOR THE ENEMY?
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU;
WHEN I NEEDED SOMEONE TO RIDE IT THROUGH?
YOU WASN’T THERE;
BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T CARE!
BULLETS EVERYWHERE WILL BOUNCE
IF YOUR ASS FAIL TO KNOCK-AND-ANNOUNCE!
By Eddie Milton Garey
COMES NOW NEGRO “G;”
Who Does Hereby Plead The 4th Pursuant To Article III,
And Serve This Word To Wise Guys;
F.B.I.s
And Local Police;
I’m From The U.S.A. Not The Middle East.
Got 5, 000 Bitches, 10,0000 Wives;
100,000 Angels Willing To Lose Their Lives.
Holler@Me;
Negro “G”.
A Real Commander-In-Chief;
If You “Boys In Blue” Got Beef.
Bullets Every Where Will Bounce
If Your Ass Fail To Knock-And-Announce.
Gangsters Are A Rolling Stone;
Where They Hide Their Guns Is Their Home.
You Should’ve Left Negro “G” Alone;
Now A Member Of The SWAT Is Gone.
Then You Killed Catherine Johnson For Defending Her Home;
In A.T.L. Where The Deer And Buffalo No Longer Roam.
The Drugs And Ex-Cons Arm Band;
Violates The Supreme Law Of The Land.
Unconstitutional Laws Designed By The Federal Ku Klux Klan;
To Reenslave The Brown Skinned Man.
When You Violate The Constitution Bad Press You Get.
Just Because You’re White;
Don’t Make You Federal Crackers Right.
That Uniform, Badge And Gun;
Don’t Make You Crackers Number One,
Under The Sun.
Keep Thinking That’s How The West Was Won.
Death Is What You Deserve;
If You Violate Your Oath To Protect And Serve.
Respect You Must Earn It’s Not Automatically Due;
Give Respect Cracker And It Will Return To You!
You Aunt Jemimas And Fiddlers In Blue;
This Applies To, You Niggas Too!
You’re No Exception To The Rule; So Don’t Be The White Man’s Fool.
Ask Catherine Johnson Who;
Negro Garey Was Talking To,
On 12-17-2004;
Now That They Kicked In Her Door,
When He Pointed To The Jurors One By One;
When She Died With Her Hands On That Gun.
And He Said What They’re Allowed To Do,
To Negro Garey They Will Do Also To You?
They Should’ve Released Negro Garey From The Custody Of The Red, White And Blue; Instead They Gave The Policy Authority To Invade You Too!
THE AMERICAN NEGRO TRIBE’S PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE
By Eddie Milton Garey
I Pledge Allegiance To Almighty GOD The Creator Of The United States Of The
Universe;
Who Made Mankind A Blessing And A Curse.
To The Equality For Which He Stand;
By Coming Down To Earth As A Man.
With One Nation Under Him Who Knows What Shots To Call;
With Liberty, Justice And Nuclear Power For Us All.
KFC JINGLE
By Eddie Milton Garey
There’s No Need To Change The Station;
This Is Being Brought To You By The Best In The Nation.
Straight Out The Dirty South;
Put The Extra Crispy Right Off In Your Mouth.
KFC Original Recipe;
The Best Tasting Chicken In History.
Churches Are Good When It’s Time To Pray;
But When It’s Time For Chicken Stop By KFC Today.
Because They Know Your Appetite;
And They “Do Chicken Right!”
Off In Japan And China Too;
There’s Even A KFC Near You.
HEY CONGRESS LEAVE US NIGGAS ALONE!
By Eddie Milton Garey
We Don’t Need No Federal Regulation;
We Don’t Need No Psychotropic Medication.
We Don’t Need No Gun Control;
We Don’t Need No Jails Putting Our Lives On Hold.
We Don’t Need No FBI Tapping Our Phone.
Hey Congress Leave Us Niggas Alone!
All In Off You’re Just Another Brick In The Wall;
Making Laws Designed To Oppress Us All!
NEGRO GAREY DOES HEREBY “PETITION THE GOVERNMENT FOR A REDRESS OF GRIEVANCES
By Eddie Milton Garey
Comes Now Negro Garey Under Article III,
And Does Hereby Show What The Tyrants Are Doing To Me.
I Called The White “Dump-Truck-Lawyer”1 The Other Day;
He Hung Up In My Face Refusing To Hear What I Had To Say.
Right In The Middle Of My Appeal Hundreds Of Miles Away;
The Cracker Left Me Hanging In An Awful Way.
The Nigger Has No 4th Amendment Right;2
For Every Inch He Gets From Now On Make Him Fight!3
“Screaming and cursing”4 Nigger Raising Hell;
Is The Lie That Court-Appointed Counsel Seeks To Tell.
If The Court Would Order The MP3;5
It Would Learn That He’s Not Conflict-Free;
And That He Lied On Me.
Where in The Land Where The Dear And Buffalo Roam;
Wishing That Bin Laden, George Bush And The U.S. Government Would Just Let Me
Go And Leave Me The Hell Alone!
You Don’t Have To Believe What The “Lunatic Nigger” Has To Say;
Just Order The MP3 From The BOP, Get High And Let The Record Play!
1 See “Dump-Truck-Lawyer Black’s Law Dictionary 8th ed.
2 See Docket Entries No. 71 & 143 and Compare with Entries No. 1187 p. iii-16, 188p. iv-16, 17, 23, 26-30, 42, 78 & 79 and Entries p. v. 37-40, 131-134 together with 18 U.S.C. 3015; Anthony, 867 F.2d 581 @582-83(1989 CA10) & Smith, 877 F.Supp. 1448 (S.D. Fla.)
3 See Brandenburg v. Ohio, 395 U.S. 444 @ 446 n. 1, line 12
4 See, again W. J. Mason’s 1-26-2006 letter @p. 2.
5 See Richard W. Schott’s 5-11-2006 Letter F.B.O.P. In response to FOIA/PIA Request No. 2006-05763 seeking copy of 1-9-2006 phone recording.
Many Words For Money
By Eddie Milton Garey
My Lyrics Are A Taste Of Honey,
Defining All These Forms Of Money.
I Get The Vote.
Because I Tote The Note;
When They Try To Take My Loot;
I Give The Bandits The Boot;
Smoking Bermuda Sod;
While Attending To My iPod.
I Break Out The Wad.
As I Change The Track;
My Rhymes Are More Addictive Than Crack.
Folks Calling My iPhone;
Trying To Get A Loan.
As The Story’s Told;
Pages Unfold,
My Lyrics Take Hold,
Because They’re Solid Gold;
Filling My Treasuries;
With A Variety Of Commodities,
Protected By Armed Securities.
With These Big Face Bills;
Small Pills,
I Leave Them Sick, So III;
Looking At The Stones In My Grill;
When I Chill,
With This Cold Cash,
Watch Them Crash,
When They Come Up On My Stash.
They Get Their Unexpected Issue,
Brains Blowed Out Through The Tissue.
Be Glad The A-K Missed You.
Like Ducks In A Pond;
Stacking These Bearer Bonds.
Hated By The Wallstreet Bigots.
Because I Got So Many Ingots.
Wearing The Dew Rag,
With So Much Swag;
Is The Reason Why My Pants Sag,
Carrying That International Flag;
Catching Jet Lag.
The British Adore My Sound;
Which Is Why They Pay Me By The Pound.
MY Nine Is The Show Stopper;
Releasing That Hot Copper.
Making The Purse;
Disburse.
Because I’m Down To Earth;
With My Net Worth.
The Ultimate Power;
In Just One Hour,
I Gross,
More Than The Annual Salary Of Your Boss,
Hurry! Hurry! Step Right On In;
I’m Collecting Those Dividends.
You Didn’t Know, I Be Putting On A Side Show;
I Pick My Afro; When I Make The Dough.
I’ve Got So Much Bread,
I’m Being Hated By The Fed.
Allergic To Small Change;
My Futures Are All Long Range.
Keep The Bitches On The Clock;
Because I Make The Planet Rock.
With The Value Of My Stock.
Got My Own Diamond Mine;
Cutting Carats That Look Like The Sun When I Shine.
They Call Me Super Elastic.
With This Platinum Plastic.
Pockets Filed With Bankrolls;
When I Go To The Poles,
I Vote For The Whoes.
In The Strip Clubs, I Make The Bitches Swollar,
For That Big Face Dollar,
Tipping The Cutey;
With All OF That Booty.
I Have No Regrets;
Examining Her Assets.
I Leave The Place In A Wreck;
Then I Cut The Check.
I Need All My Receipts.
Because The IRS Is Playing For Keeps;
I Make Their Liver Quiver;
Because I Got Vaults Flowing Like A River,
With Sterling Silver,
I Watch Them Shake That Hoolah;
FOR That Moolah,
And Drop It;
For Profit,
They Do The Watcha-ma-call-it;
While Opening Up That Pallet;
For What’s In Your Wallet.
Working This Lyrical Craft.
I Cut The Draft, All Forms Of Income;
Welcome.
I Even Got Nuns;
Working Their Wampums;
Getting Those Coupons,
Stretching Their Buns,
Bringing Me Funds.
They Aim To Please;
While Cutting That Cheese.
With My Wealth;
I Control The Public Health.
My Fortress So Strong;
Congress Asked Me For A Loan.
Worth More Than 10,000 Trillion, Billion;
Insured By Tons Of Gold Bullion.
I Thug It;
With My Diamond Nugget.
Living The Life Of Luxury;
My house Looks Like The Treasury.
Why Bathe Myself;
In So Much Wealth,
I Always Catch;
With This Scratch.
Whenever There’s An Urgency;
For Currency.
While So Many Lost Fortunes Driving European Bankers Insane,
I Maintain My Capital Gain;
I Got The Proceeds;
To Meet All Your Needs.
The Tooty-Pop
By Eddie Milton Garey
Let Me See Yah Do The Tooty-Pop;
While Yo Booty-Drop,
Tooty-Pop, B-Bop, Tooty-Pop,
Let Me See Yah Booty-Drop;
While You Do The Tooty-Pop,
Tooty-Pop, B-Pop, Tooty-Pop, B-Bop.
Train, Train, Number Nine;
Let Me See Yah Booty-Drop One More Time;
If Your Booty Drops Off The Track;
Do You Want Yo Tooty-Pop Back?
Tooty-Pop, B-Bop, Let Me See Yah Booty Drop.
What-it-Do;
Coota-Boo,
DO You Want That Tooty-Pop TOO?
Tooty-Pop;
B-Bop, Let Me See That Booty Drop.
Anywhere The Wind Blows Is Cool With Me;
As Long As It Doesn’t Blow Your Love Away From Me.
What Goes Up Doesn’t Always Come Down;
So What’s Turning That Pretty Face To A Frown.
Out Go The Cat;
In Comes The Rat.
Let Me Move Your Feet;
Make Your Heart Beat.
Fast For Me;
Let Mines Eyes Be.
The Only Ones You See;
Like HD TV,
I’ve Got High Density,
Love For You;
And All Those Freaky Things You Wanna Do.
Dropping Those Ds;
Smoking Palm Trees.
What The Heck;
Like The Way She Works That Neck,
It’s So Good About To Make Me Wreck.
Making Me Work Up A Sweat;
Keeping That Coochie Wet.
In the Beginning, There was Rap
By Eddie Milton Garey
In The Beginning Was The Lyrics, And The Lyrics Were GOD;
Like Hemp Seed Planted In Sod,
The Same Was in The Beginning With The Rap Of GOD.
He Said To The Lyrics Let Us Create Herbs Bearing Seed,
Because Crypt & Dro Is What A Gangster Nigga Need.
To Be Fruitful And Multiply;
With Lyrics That Gets Angels High!
All Gangsters Were Made By Him,
Not Them Or Jim.
And Without Him Was Not Any Gangster Made That Was Made;
From Compton To The County Of Dade.
In Him Was Rhythm And Rhymes Became The Raps Of Men;
His Lyrics Created Rims That Spin,
Redeeming The Haters From Sin!
GOD Created The Raps To Illuminate The Hood;
When He Heard The Lyrics He Called Them All Good!
Even Though His Lyrics Were Super Hot;
The Raps Enlighted The Darkness; But The Darkness Comprehended It Not.
There Was A Nigga Sent From GOD Whose Name Was “Negro G;”
Whom The Feds Deemed A Threat To National Security!
The Same Came For A Witnesses Of The Rap:
To Fill The Gap.
So That All Gangsters Through Him Might Believe;
With Lyrics That Don’t Deceive.
Because He Was Not The Rap;
But Was Sent To Check The Haters’ Trap,
And To Bear Witness Of The Rap.
That Is The True Rap, Which Enlightened Every Player That Cometh Into the Game;
What A Shame,
Because The Game Was Made By Him, But The Game Knew Him Not;
Even Though His Lyrics Were Microwave Hot,
Going Nuclear Blowing Up The Chart;
Spreading Beaches Apart,
The Cure To A Broken Heart.
I Don’t Mean To Brag, I Don’t Mean To Boast;
With Lyrics From Sea To Sea, Coast To Coast.
His Lyrics Will Be The Ones They Forever Download The Most!
He Came To His Own But They Received Him Not;
But His Lyrics Still Remained Nuclear Hot.
But As Many As Received Him, To Them He Gave Powers;
To Drop The Twin Towers,
And To Become Masters Of The Rap Game;
Even Those That Believeth On His Most Gangster Name!
[These Lyrics Were Derived With Gen.1:1-3; Gen. 2:29 Is. 33:18 & Jn 1:12 In Mind]
In Peace Let The Fallen Hoodfellows Rest
By Eddie Milton Gary Poetry
I’ve Been Crying Tears Of Sorrow;
From Yesterday Beyond Tomorrow,
My Broken Heart Is Yours To Borrow.
Here’s An Empty Scroll;
For The Heavy Laden Soul,
Watching As The Undertakers Roll.
Hearing The Preachers Say;
Dearly Beloved, We’re Gathered Here Today,
Seeing Another Homey Onto His Heavenly Way;
To The Hood In The Sky!
MY! MY! MY!
So Many Tears Has The Game Made Us Cry;
It’s Hard To Keep My Eyes Dry;
I Ask Myself, Why! Why! Why!
So Many Kids Have To Die;
As Your Bullets Fly;
During Each Coming Drive-By.
Banging Babies In Shopping Baskets;
Got Your Baby Mamas Constantly Dialing 1800Caskets.
While U’r Popping Ur Collars;
Putting Brown Bodies In The Funeral Parlours,
Riding Round All Day In Ur Candy Painted Impalas;
All For The Love Of Those Big Two-Faced Dollars.
Let Me Hear Ya Hollar!
Coffins Being Sealed;
Graves Being Filled,
While U’r popping Small Pills;
Rolling Around In Your Automobiles,
Acting Real Ill;
Shooting To Kill,
Demonstrating Your Lyrical Skills.
Pushing Fentanyl, Smoking Synthetic Weed;
Killing Your Own Seed,
At Godspeed;
Tell Me Brothas & Sistas All Of The Self Demise Do We Really Need?!!!
When We’ve Got George Zimmermans Walking The Beat;
White Neighborhood Watch Carrying So Much Heat,
Now There’s Another Black Body Laying On The Street;
Being Put Beneath The Earth Six Feet Deep;
In Peace! Let The Fallen Hoodfellows Sleep!
In Peace Let The Fallen Hoodfellows Sleep!
“Hands Up Don’t Shoot!”
Give The Cops the Boot!
“I Can’t Breathe!”
With My Neck Wrapped In Your Sleeve!
Officer! Really! In Such A Way Am Truly I Free To Leave?!!!
Who Might I Be?
By Eddie Milton Gary
I’m The Gospel Of Animosity.
Holding The Key To Your Fate,
In The Synagogue Of Hate;
A Goon,
From The Temple Of Doom!
The Witches’ Broom;
Sitting In Your Living Room.
In The Fight;
With The Black Light,
The Sun Of The Dark Knight;
The Shadow Haunting The Pilgrim’s Plight,
Making Angels Take Flight!
The One Vampires Refuse To Bite;
Forever Great In My Own Rite;
Eating Up Your Every Byte;
Crashing Your Web Site.
I’m Shown;
In The Tombs Of The Unknown,
I Am He Who Made Caesar Rome;
I Come To Conquer Your Home,
When You’re All Alone.
I’m The Voice Breathing On The Other Side Of The Dial Tone;
In Your iPhone,
Watching Your Every Move Like A Drone!
Your Weapons Have No Force;
Against My Antagonizing Voice,
I Always Leave You With No Other Choice.
I Hover Above The Square;
The Demons’ Worst Nightmare,
I’m Even Feared By The Devil;
Because I Always Meet You On The Level.
Causing Demons To Flee;
Before There Was Satan, There Was Me!
Just Who Might I Be?
I’m Your Conscience, Can’t You See?
What Do You See
By Eddie Milton Gary
What Do You See;
When Your Eyes Set Their Sights On Me,
Traveling Through The Corridors Of Destiny;
Tripping Over The Strings Of Animosity.
Dodging The Goon;
From The Legion Of Doom,
In The Midst Of Gloom;
Searching For Hope To Come Your Way Soon,
Reflecting Upon Rays From The Moon;
Traveling Upon The Waves Of The Black Lagoon,
Trapped In The Headlines Of Zoom;
Drowning In The Tears Of A Wishing Well,
Looking For dreams to Sell;
Catching Nothing But Hell!
As Demons Ring Your Bell;
Your Soul They Come To Gather,
Your Blood They Seek To Lather;
In Their Bath;
As They Laugh!
The Joke’s On You;
Because Your Life Is Through,
Leaving You Wondering What To Do;
Looking To Renew,
Giving The Devil His Due;
Feeling Sad & Blue,
As The Angel Effects A Rescue;
The Target Of The Guardian’s Mercy Is You,
The Mirror Speaks Only That Which Is True;
So Let It Do What It Do,
Tomorrow Let It Tell You Something Brand New.
TALK IS CHEAP WITH SCARS RUNNING CENTURIES DEEP
By Eddie Milton Gary
We’re Tired Of The White Zeros;
Watching Hogan’s Heroes,
Reading The Book Of Dead Negroes;
Eating Oreos.
Dodging White Hoes;
Riding On Trews And Vogues!
Talk Is So Cheap;
When The Racist Scars Run Centuries Deep,
While The Wounds Have Yet To Heal;
It Should Never Be Easy For Police To Kill,
Blacks Without Footing A Huge Bill;
Or Without Consequences On Capitol Hill!
They Have Been Given Too Much Immunity;
To Take Our Lives And Liberty With Impunity.
The 3 Ruffians Of Life;
Is Behind All Of The Violence And Strife.
Ignorance, Fear And Superstition;
Hiding Behind Public Recognition.
In Ignorance Of Our Rights;
Making It Easy For Cops To Target Blacks!
FEAR Is The False Evidence Appearing Real;
When They Put The Key In The Ignition;
The Mainstream Media Fuels The Superstition,
Allowing Cops To Go Without Conviction.
Leading All To Believe That The Black Rioters Were Wrong;
Singing The Same Old Racist Song.
Placing Nappy Roots Under Arrest;
For Seeking Economic Social Redress!
Violence Is The Only Thing The White Man;
Seems To Understand.
Which Is How They Seized This Great Land;
Out Of The “Red Skins” Hand.
As Part Of His Devious Plan;
To Enslave The Brown Skinned Man,
Leading To The Creation Of ISIS And The Taliban.
Blacks Looting Is The Only Form Of Redress;
That Gets The Attention Of The White Free Press!
Obviously, The Only Way;
To Vindicate The Deaths Of Those Like Freddie Gray,
Was To Shut Down The White Commerce Throughout The USA!
To All You Fed Scoffers Of Negro Authors
By Eddie Milton Gary
Smoking A Bong;
Listening To A “Negro Slave Song”,
Watching Cops Do Another Brother Wrong.
As The “Conjure Man Dies”;
Bringing Tears To Our Eyes,
The Mainstream Media Feeding Us Lies;
Comes As No Surprize.
Because No One Cares;
About “African Affairs”.
It’s Time For “Afro USA”;
To Move The KKK,
Forever Out The Way.
Using The “Crises Of The Negro Intellectual”;
To Overwhelm Us With The Agenda Of The White Homosexual!
Tired Of The “Life & Loves Of Mr. Jive-Ass Nigger”;
Being A World Class Figure,
Holding That Nuclear Trigger.
No Disrespect To “Malcolm X: Man & His Times”;
Trump Cleared Up All The “Blurred Lines”.
Got All The Gays Holding Up Protest Signs;
Saying It’s A Crucial Situation On The Plantation;
Looking For Another “Emancipation Proclamation”.
Still Angry At “Mr. Lincoln & The Negroes”;
Hating On The “Dark Ghetto” And Afros.
“Rivers Of Blood, Nights Of Darkness”;
Police So Heartless;
To The “Colored Manchild In The Promised Land”,
With Nobody To Give Him A Hand.
Leaving Me With “Blood In My Eye”;
As I Watch The Black Baby Mamas Cry;
After You Shot Their Kids During Your Senseless Drive-By,
Instead Of Exhibiting These Self-Defeating Traits;
We Need To Increase “Black Political Power In The United States”.
If You Want To End The “Strange Career Of Jim Crow”;
In 2020 Vet A Brilliant, Nappy-Headed Brown-Skinned Broad To Run The National Show.
White Fellows In “Dark Ghettos”; Looking For Black Beauties In Fish Nets And Stilettos
By Eddie Milton Gary
2 All U Scoffers Of Negro Authors II
Rising Up Greek Mythology;
To Becoming Orators Of “Black Theology”,
After Being Rescued By “Black Moses”;
Red Roses And E-Poses,
Has Become The “Crisis Of The Negro Intellectual”;
As Our Kids Are Being Overwhelmed By The White Homosexual.
A Spade Still Remains A Spade;
After “The American Slave Trade”.
Of “Wretched Of The Earth”;
What Are You Crackers Really Worth?
As You Move Along;
Listen To The Lyrics Of The “Negro Slave Song”,
Feds Doing The Darkies Wrong.
While Cops Kill Another Brother Before Our Eyes;
The “Conjure Man Dies”!
“If They Come In The Morning” Make Them Think Twice;
Before Rolling The White Dice;
To Put A Black “Soul On Ice”.
“Justice Denied”!
All Black Baby Mamas Cried.
Leaving “Blood In My Eye”;
Watching Brown Bodies Die!
Navigating “Rivers Of Blood, Nights Of Darkness”;
Flowing In A World So Heartless.
Weapons Of Mass Destruction;
Attacking “Black Reconstruction”,
With Illegal Police Abductions,
Of The “Souls Of Black Folk”;
Keeps Me Forever Awoke,
Looking For The “Invisible Man”;
Wearing The Badges Of The Klan!
It’s Time To Ask;
Who Is Behind The “Black Skin, White Mask”?
Listen To These Lyrics Flow;
Bring Them Down Like The “Walls Of Jericho”.
It Has Been A Crucial Situation;
On The Plantation,
Since The “Emancipation Proclamation”.
From “The Dutchman And The Slave”,
To The Smell Of The Dead Indian Brave,
As Well As The Black On Black Crime Wave;
Now Whose Going To Force The Cops To Behave?
This Be; To All U Scoffers Of Negro Authors!!!!
By Eddie Milton Gary
Nighty! Nighty!
“Look Out Whitey”!
Out Of The Dark;
You Ignited A Spark,
On 11-25-2014;
Contrary To The King’s Equality Dream,
From “The Peculiar Institution”,
Of The New “American Negro Revolution”.
They Presented Us With Another Optical Illusion,
Out Of The “Diary of a Sit-in”;
Prosecutors Tried To Give All Blacks The Spin.
The Fergus Hippie;
Trying To Confuse Us With “Letters From Mississippi”.
“Black Political Power In The United States”,
It’s Time To Up The Stakes;
Because We’re Tired Of These Fabulous Fakes,
Eating Fried Chicken And Watermelon;
Hiding From The “Riots & Rebellion”!
Now Is The Moment To “Seize The Time”;
By Missing Your Wallet @ The White Store Line!
Use Black Friday To Leave Them Blue On White Monday;
Pay Them Back For “Bloody Sunday”!
“Black America”, “Why Can’t We Wait”;
To End The “Brown Hate”,
During This “Crisis In Black & White”;
We Must Enforce Our Own Right,
With A Fierce Fight!
To End “The Strange Career Of Jim Crow”;
By Stopping The White Dollar Flow!
Ignore Al Sharpton & Jesse Jackson Playing The “Banjo”,
Make All Those Ferguson Type Crackers Go!
“Hands Up; Don’t Shoot!”!
Block Them From Collecting That Federal Loot!
Give “Freedom Now” To The Brothers “Inside”,
The Prisons Where The Bigoted Bureaucrats Hide.
“The Man Who Cried I Am”;
Being Illegally Held By A President Or Governors Who Don’t Give A Damn!
TRUE 2 U SCOFFERS OF NEGRO AUTHORS
By Eddie Milton Gary
No One Cares;
About “African Affairs”,
Or What The Press Has To Say;
To “Afro USA”.
Or Why The iPhone Has Any Reason To Ring;
But “I Know Why Caged Birds Sing”!
“Go Tell It On The Mountain”;
That We All Can Drink From The Same Fountain!
As The Politician Invokes;
The “Negro Slave Revolts”.
“Tell Me How Long The Trains”;
Got Us Blowing Out One Another’s Brains!?
During “Freedom Summer”;
I Wasn’t Driving A Hummer,
Now We Ask “What Manner Of Man”?
Can Stand Up Against The Ku Klux Klan!
A “Black Scholar”;
After A Lyrical Dollar.
Living In A “Black World”;
Being Haunted By The Dirty White Girl,
Trying To Jack Me For The Moeity;
Of My “American Negro Poetry”!
Due To The Stance Of ISIS;
Created By The “Negro Leader In Time Of Crisis”,
During The “Life & Loves Of Mr. Jive-Ass Nigger”;
Who Lived In The White’s House With His Hand On That Nuclear Trigger,
Wearing Gucci And Hilfiger!
Who Left Us Looking For A Helping Hand;
From The “Manchild In The Promised Land”;
Watching The Average White Band,
Against “The Invisible Man”!
Devising An Evil Plan,
As Tu Pac Pushed For “Better Dayz”;
The Juke Box Gives “Five Plays”,
For All The Freddie Grays!
Rising By The Hour;
In The Name Of “Black Power”!
Like “Malcolm X: Man & His Times”;
Killing Them With Philosophical Rhymes!
Bringing Light To The “Dark Ghetto”;
With Love To The Sister Wearing The Stiletto,
While Viewing The “Soul On Ice”;
Who Missed The Last Roll Of The Dice!
In The Name Of JESUS CHRIST!
Shooting Us Down Because Our Skin Is “Michael Brown”
By Eddie Milton Gary
“Nappy Headed Hoes;”
Shaking Their Mojos,
Wearing Black Stilettos;
Working GoGos In Ghettos.
Gringos Riding On Trews & Vogues;
Spinning 30s And Lows,
Negroes, Mulattoes And Afros;
Before The Mayflower;
Twenty Blacks Had The Power!
On Plymouth’s Rock They Did Land;
Black & Brown, Turfing The White Sand.
Forever After;
It All Became A Social Disaster.
The Black Rice;
Gets Boiled Twice!
Peterson Smoked Like Black & Mild;
Spare The Rod, Spoil The Child.
How Can There Be Peace;
In The Middle East,
While Black Americans Are Being Assassinated By White Police?!
Who Cares About Conflicts In Iraq;
When American Cops Are Cutting No Slack!
Killing Us Cause We’re Black,
Driving A Sun Roof Cadillac,
Diamond In The Back!
Niggas On The Scene;
Smoking That Green,
After Dark;
At Target Hitting Their Mark.
400 Years Of Back Pay;
From White Commerce Let The Black Looters Get Away!
You Think Racism Is A Black Myth;
Why Did The White Officer Kill Charles Smith?
29 Years Old;
Another “Colored Boy” Laid Out Cold!
Ex-White Marine;
Sees A Nigga Shopping On The Scene,
Ol Walmart;
Breaks A Black Child’s Heart,
With A False Call To 911;
Saying Nigger In Walmart Mustering A Gun.
White Cops Shoots The Brother Down;
Because His Skin Was “Michael Brown”.
He Dies With “Daisy” In His Hands;
All Part Of The White Man’s Plan,
Not Even A Toy Gun Can Be Purchased By A Black Man!
They’re Shooting Us Down;
Because Our Skin Is “Michael Brown”!
WHO OR WHAT I BE TO THEE?
By Eddie Milton Gary
Who Or What I Might Be;
For Folks To Gather So Heavily Around Me,
Constantly Being Overwhelmed By The Paparazzi?
So Popular Every Where You Go;
Especially When Many Look Forward To The Snow,
In The Summer I Need Room For Business To Grow;
In Order To Be Ready For Each Winter Show.
At Times I Can Be Found;
All Year Round,
There Are People Who Would Rather Take Me Down;
Because I Remind Them Of “Michael Brown”.
Although I’m Always Available, I Might Not Be Free;
At Other Instances I May Be Expensive, But Costing You No Money.
Even The Secret Service Has Been Employed To Protect Me;
Because I Remain Forever A Part Of White House History.
I Constantly Hear Bells Ringing;
Cellulars Singing,
Diamonds Keep Me Blinging;
Gold Chains Got My Jingling.
Seeing Stars;
In Bars,
Rolling In Candy Painted Cars,
Caught Up In Cookie Jars.
While There Are Those Who Believe I Was Born;
To Be Fed Only Stringed Popped Corn.
In Many Homes I Retire;
By The Fire,
But It Is Truly Not My Desire;
To Be Burnt During My Hire.
I Routinely See Angels In My Head;
Looking Like Nightingales Watching Me In Bed.
I’ve Seen More Northern Lights;
Than Airport Runways Navigating Flights.
Some Deem My Presence Being A Violation Of Their Rights;
Leading To A Few Rightless Nights.
For Being Near The Judge’s Bench;
Looking To Use Me to Lynch,
Or Hang Mr. Goodwrench;
I’m Even Hated By A Fictional Character Called The Grinch.
My Goal Is To Bring Joy And Glee;
Without Charging A Fee,
Traveling Oceans And Found On The High Sea,
I’m Known To Make Many Nationalities Of All Ages Happy.
But Mostly,
It’s Children Who Annually;
Look Forward To Seeing Me.
Although It’s All About A Baby;
Of Eastern Nativity.
I Have Become The Center Piece Of All Commercial Activity;
Shining Fluorescently I’m All You Can See,
In The Malls, Shopping Centers, Online And Your HDTV;
After Thanksgiving Turkey;
I’m Seen In Almost Every Movie.
As Such, Who Or What Am I To Thee;
Should No Longer Remain A Mystery,
For It’s Me!!!
The Highly Decorated Christmas Tree!!!
That Is Who Or What I Be!
Poem #11
By Eddie Milton Gary
I’m A Goon;
From The Black Lagoon,
All Up In Ur Motel Room;
Influenced By The Full Moon,
Cuming Your Way Soon;
Have You Acting Like A Looney Tune,
Flying In A Hot Air Balloon.
Orbiting With The Stars;
Spitting Solid State Gold Bars,
Driving Extraterrestrial Cars;
Making More Melodies Than Bruno Mars,
Popping Straps On Black Beauties’ Bras;
Blowing Loud Cubana Cigars,
Leaving Busta Rubbing Scars;
Gold Teeth In Broken Jars.
Keeping My Lyrics On Spotify;
Watching The Monetary Digits Multiply,
As My Popularity Intensify;
My Name The Haters Glorify,
By Talking Me In Their Media Drive-By,
Which Keeps Me Looking Beyond The Sky;
Because I’m So High,
I Make Bird Fly;
Eat Fried Chicken @ The Fish Fry,
Make The Young Hoochies Cry;
Leave The Old Ones Wondering Why,
I’m Not Their Guy;
Because I’m Not Shy,
Doing What Others Won’t Try.
My Funny Valentine
By Eddie Milton Gary
I Was Born Under The Sign Of Sixty Nine;
Like Fine Wine,
Which Gets Better With Time;
Like A Motel With A “No Vacancy Sign”;
There’s No Room For Any Other To Occupy My Mind,
In My Every Thought You I Constantly Find;
With My Emotional Feelings Leaving Me In A Mental Bind,
Because You’re The Gucci Bag I Never Meant To Leave Behind;
The Reason I Continue To Grind,
Visions Of You Which Constantly Remind;
Leaving Me Asking The Hands Of Time To Rewind,
As I Hear It’s The Hard Times Which Make The Good Worth Waiting For;
Which Is Why You’re The One I Wait Most To Adore,
I Would Never Guess;
That You Would Have The Ability To Impress,
Me With Such Great Success,
Along With Such Magnificent Progress.
But I Feel Most Amazed;
Almost Left Dazed,
That You Have Remained Sex Free;
For So Long A Time, Preserving Yourself Just For Me.
I Pray To Remain Forever Yours, With You Forever Mine;
From Deep In My Heart, With All Of My Soul, Happy Valentine.
Poem #13
By Eddie Milton Gary
Girl You Make Me Feel Worth While;
Just Knowing That I Make You Smile,
That My Words Make Your Day;
Being Glad To Hear What I Have To Say,
It’s Good To Know;
That I’m The Star Of Your Show,
Because You’re The Only Face In My Book;
So There’s No Need For A Second Look,
The Pages Of Time;
Are The Only Line,
I’m Waiting To Cross;
In Order For You To Become The Boss,
Of My Love;
Fitting Like A Glove,
Till Death, Thus, Do Us Apart;
I Give To You Only My Heart,
My Promise To You;
Is To Remain Faithfully True,
The Only Question Remains To Be;
Are You Willing To Preserve Yourself Soley For Me?
Having The Faith Of A Mustard Seed;
Believing That I’ve Been Chosen To Meet Your Every Need,
No Matter Who, Or What May Hate;
I’m Truly Your One And Only Soul Mate!
Our Father Who Art In D.C.
By Eddie Milton Gary
Our Father Who Art In D.C.;
Open Up Your Eyes Of Mercy Towards Me,
Great Be Thy Name;
And On Your Presidential Game,
Let No Mortal Bring To Shame;
As Your Kingdom Come;
May The People’s Bidding Get Done,
With Regards To Your Haters Leave Room For None.
As You Search The Heavens;
Do Not Take Our Mach Elevens,
Three Fifty Sevens,
Fifty-Seven Chevys;
Or Our Liquor From The Levys,
Keep Those Good Ol Boys Drinking Whiskey & Rye;
While Towards Iran And North Korea Let Our Rockets Fly,
May The Glare Of Its Munitions Hit Napoleon In The Eye;
As It Ignites The Asian Pacific Sky.
Let Not One American Die;
Then Leave The World Wondering Why?!
Give Unto All Americans A Means To Get Our Daily Bread;
Release All Prisoners Born Here From The Custody Of The Fed!
Decriminalize The Marijuana Seed;
Stop Locking Us Up For Hustling Good Weed,
Because THC Is What Americans Need;
For The Common Citizen Do Us That Good Deed.
Get High! And Let The Congressional Record Play!
Keep Representing The USA!
From The Treasury Collect Tribute;
Give All The Fence Jumpers The Boot!
Bring All U.S. Citizens Out Of Debt;
Make The Strongholds Of Poverty Lose Her Bet,
Give CNN The News They Most Regret;
4 More Years Of You On Their Set.
Forgive The Democratic Donkey;
For Running Its Mouth Like A Motorola Monkey,
Telling More Lies Than A K2 Junkie,
Hating On The White House Honkie.
Middle Finger To All Those Who Hate;
Your Sincere Desire To Make America The Great!
Keep Being The Elephant In The Room;
Watching The Female Bride Meet The Male Groom,
As They Jump Over The Transgender Witches’ Broom;
While Elon Musk Have Us Traveling Far Beyond The Moon.
For Thine Be The Power & Glory;
Let Us Continue In This Great American Story!
Forever A Nation Without End,
Never Afraid To Win;
Amen! And Amen!
Nick Knack
By Eddie Milton Gary
Nick Knack;
Patty Whack,
Give Me Your Booty Crack,
Let Me Kiss You In The Middle Of Your Back;
Lick Between Your Booty Crack,
Put The Pistol Up In The Rack;
Be The Lunch You Pack.
The Paper You Stack;
The Lips You Always Smack,
The Heart You Never Attack,
The Lyrics On My 8 Track;
The Owner Of The Latest Cadillac.
Make Those Stilettos Clack;
In The Sugar Shack,
Be Your Late Night Snack;
Eat It Like A Big Mac.
Cutting Our Haters No Slack;
Sip On That Yak,
Roll The Bud Out The Sack;
Protect You From The Jack,
Like A Bear In Kodiak.
Hypnotize You Like Drac;
Suck Your Simulac,
Be Your Aphrodisiac,
Your Prozac;
For The Panic Attack.
Turn All Your Credit Cards Black;
Put You On The Fast Trak,
Remove The Negative Feedback;
Instagram Your Kodak,
Make You My Trophy Instead Of A Plaque;
Love Always, Holla Back.
Weekend Edition
By Eddie Milton Gary
Weekend Edition
Caught You Without My Key In Your Ignition,
Searching For Your Facial Recognition;
Yearning For Loving Attrition.
Tapping On Your Line;
Looking For A Zodiac Sign,
Missing My Funny Valentine;
Like A Taste Of Good Wine.
Please Hang Up Try Your Call Again;
Let The Record Spin,
Don’t Look Back;
On The 8-Track,
Wondering Where Could You Be;
As I Popped In The CD,
Checked The Instagram;
No One Gives A Damn,
Nothing But Electronic Spam.
Officer Working Her Attraction,
In The Unit Creating One Hell Of A Distraction;
Wishing I Was The One There Giving You Satisfaction,
Only To Be Missing In Action.
Stuck In A Crucial Situation,
On This Federal Plantation;
In Hopes Of Our Future Relation,
Wondering Where’s My Next Designation;
After Being Kept Hidden Away For More Than An Entire Generation,
Captivated By The Memories Of 9-11;
Climbing The Stairway To Heaven,
Seeking A Higher Elevation;
And Your Elation.
LIPS, HIPS, LEGS & THIGHS TELLING U SWEET LIL LIES
By Eddie Milton Gary
Love Looking In Her Eyes;
As She Hypnotize,
You With Those Hips, Lips, Legs And Thighs;
Telling U Sweet Lil Lies,
Reaching For The Friendly Skies;
Nothing But Close Ties,
Between You And Her So Other Guys;
Ever So Wise,
Telling U Sweet Lil Lies;
While Climaxing To Unknown Highs,
Listening To The Cries;
Of The Online Spies,
Watching As Time Flies;
As She Tells U Those Sweet Lil Lies,
But Away From You She Never Shies;
Giving Large Shakes With Those Small Fries,
Victoria’s Secrets She Never Buys;
Nothing But Good Loving She Always Supplies,
With Those Sweet Lil Lies;
But She Does What Others Never Tries,
Her Loving Loyalty Forever Dies;
Baking Sweet Potato Pies,
In The Midst Of Those Sweet Lil Lies;
Maintaining Good Family Ties,
Always Answers With Quick Replies;
Never Needing Any Alibis,
Because She Can Always Get It With Her Sweet Lil Lies.
Never Good For Long Goodbyes;
No Drama From Ex’s Or Y’s,
Your Strength Is The One She Amplifies;
Your Finances She Multiplies,
As The Tears Of Poverty Dries;
She’s The Melody On The Hi Fis,
Ignoring The Haters’ Sighs;
Leave Them Wishing For Her Sweet Lil Lies,
Upon You Only She Relies;
Converting The Neighs Into Nighs,
While Driving Them Crazy With Her Sweet Lil Lies!
What Is It Secret They Say When They Pray
By Eddie Milton Gary
The Pharmaceuticals Pray For You To Catch Cold, The Flu Or HIV;
While CBS, NBC, Fox News, CNN & ABC,
Pray For You To Watch Only Their Network On Your TV.
The Weed Dealer Prays For Folks To Smoke Grass;
While The Oil Companies Pray For You To Buy Gas,
As The Pimp Prays For His Hos To Work Their Ass;
To Bring Him Cash,
While Market Manipulators Pray For Stocks To Crash.
Whores Pray For Johns To Trick;
While Johns Pray For Her To Suck Their Prick,
As Doctors Pray For Them To Get Sick;
The Nurse Looks For Another Patient To Stick,
While Prosecutors Pray For People To Convict.
The Drug Dealer Prays For Crack To Sell;
While DEA Prays For Dealers To Jail,
The Bondman Prays For Him To Post Bail;
While Bounty Hunters Hope For Him To Flee And Fail.
The Judge Prays For All To Rise;
While The False Witnesses Pray For All To Believe Their Lies,
As The Vegetarian Prays For The Ground To Swell;
The Butcher Prays For Meat To Sell.
KCF Prays For Chicken To Fry;
While Babies Pray For Milk When They Cry,
As Consumers Pray For Cheap Goods To Buy;
The Cops Pray For People To Charge With DUI,
While The Undertaker Prays For One To Die.
As The Grave Digger;
Prays To Bury Another Nigger,
The Homeless Pray For A Winter Coat;
The Politicians Pray To Win Your Vote,
While The Real Estate Lobbyist Prays For You To Miss Your House Note.
Please Don’t Pray To Keep Me;
Bound In The Care, Custody And Control Of The BOP,
Only Those Praying To Set Me Free;
Are The Only Prayers I’m Trying To Get God To See.
FACE TO FACE WITH GRACE AND RACE
By Eddie Milton Gary
Hail Mary Full Of Grace;
We Need Your Love Up In This Place,
Salvation For The Human Race;
More Hits On My Space.
A Smile On Every Face;
The Name Of JESUS For ALL To Embrace,
A Prayer For Relief To Replace,
The Police Pepper Spray And Mace;
The Strippers’ Garters And Lace,
May Be A Down Right Disgrace,
But Those Nine Lives We Can Never Replace.
Nothing But Hatred For The Negro Race;
Slowly Disappearing Without A Trace,
Deep Into Cyberspace,
Taking Black Lives Has Become Commonplace;
A Thing We Must Refuse To Embrace.
We Can’t Wait For Peace To Pick Up The Pace;
Our Heritage We Need To Retrace,
A Reality We Must Face;
Extending Beyond Outer Space!
Why Are They Trying To Eliminate The Black Race;
Using Bullets To Replace,
The Hangman’s Noose As Our New Necklace?
We’re All In Need Of Your Saving Grace;
Now Is The Time For All To Meet Face To Face;
To Resolve This 2000 Year Conflict About Race!
Why Is It You Refuse To Release Me?
By Eddie Milton Garey
Our Father In Who Art In D.C.
O Great Artificer Of Equality;
Have Mercy Upon Me.
O Minister Of Change;
Hollowed Be Thy Name.
From Thy Administration Let Justice Come;
Let Thy Will Be Done,
Throughout The Earth;
As It Is In Heaven For What-SoEver It’s Worth.
Seize The Wealth Of The World In The Name Of The Fed;
And Give Unto All Americans Our Daily Bread.
Forgive Us Of Our Lack Of Knowledge;
Or For Having No Tuition For College,
Or For Moving into Government Homes;
Because We’re Defaulting On Our Over Priced Loans,
Or Our Inability To Afford Health Care;
For Being Unemployed Seeking Welfare,
Or For Being In Prison Or Getting Jailed;
Because The System Failed.
As We Forgive The Greedy Politicians;
For Satisfying Their Ambitions,
In Failing To Regulate The Bankers On Wall Street,
Who Decided To Cheat;
Or The Cops Who Violate Our Constitutional Right,
Killing Us Day And Night;
All Because We’re Black.
For Serving Hard Instead Of Powdery White.
Or The Bush Family For The War In Iraq;
And Congress For Directing Judges To Give The Black;
20 To Life, For 50 Grams Of Crack!
To You Have We Cried:
Seeking Justice For Those Have Died!
At The Hands Of Police;
And All Of The Niggas That You Refuse To Release.
To You Have We Brought Our Tears;
Repeatedly Over The Years.
For Thine Is The Kingdom, The Power And The Glory;
Listen To The Incarcerated Brothers Side Of The Story!
Forever, A Legacy Without End!
Amen! And Amen!
We’re Number 1 Where I’m From
By Eddie Milton Garey
Why You Suckers Be Looking Dumb;
Asking Where I’m From,
We Lie;
To Protect The Other Guy,
From The FBI;
With His Hands Up Toward The Sky,
We Give The Arrestee An Alibi!
Avoiding Those Trying To Hate;
Give The Middle Finger To The Secretary Of State,
Because We Don’t Cooperate;
Unless It Puts The FBI Away;
We See,
The Officer Working For The FBOP;
As The Marshal’s Deputy,
Turning The Key;
On Who Looks Like Me;
Not As Our Homey Or Friend,
But As An Instrument Of Oppression To The End;
We Don’t Follow The Ignorant’s Trend,
But Keep Our Wheels Spinning To The End;
Drive Whips Secured Like The Presidential Beast,
Our Suburb Once Musical Release;
Is “FUCK THE POLICE!”
Middle Finger To Peace;
We Keep Plenty Of Yeast,
Chopping The Media For The Feast,
We Never Cease Or Desist;
Every Arrest We Resist,
And Keep Everybody Pissed,
Right Now I’m Being Missed;
But My Haters Are Still Being Dismissed,
It’s Not Where You’re From, But Where You’re At;
And What You Are Doing Now To Keep Your Pockets Fat!
GS-PAY/WORD-PLAY
By Eddie Milton Garey
Once Upon A Time;
I Had This GS-9,
So Freaking Fine;
She Gave Me The Reason For This Rhyme.
I Met This Fly GS-1;
Not My First, Still Second To None,
When It Came To Having Fun.
She Always Tried To Keep Me Under The Gun.
Until I Ranned Across This GS-2;
Kinda Cute, But Knew What To Do,
Who Gave Me Bad Memories Of Being Incarcerated In A SHU;
So What’s So Strange Is Some Of This Is Really True.
Had This GS-3;
Nasty As She Could Wanna Be,
Who Constantly Followed Me;
Even Caught Her Up In The Tree,
Posted Up Acting Irrationally;
Woman Was Truly Crazy,
Programmed By The U.S. Military.
Then There Was This GS-4;
Who Stayed At The Door,
Of My Meat Store.
Gave Me A Real Bad Vibe;
When She Became A GS-5.
Then There Was This GS-6;
Immediately Cut Her Lose A Government Hood Trix;
Who Kept Me Caught Up In The Mix.
I Went Shopping With This GS-7;
Who I Met On 9-11.
Until Running Across This GS-8;
Full Of Nothing But Hate,
Bringing More Drama Than Watergate.
Which Led Me To This GS-9;
A Solid State Dime,
Name “Peaches” Good Without The Cream;
The Wettest Part Of The Dream.
Who Thought It Was A Sin;
To Become A GS-10,
Because She Had That Special Blend;
The Pay Schedule Without An End.
Until I Ranned Into This GS-11;
A Church Girl Always Talking About Going To Heaven.
The Place Where The LORD Dwell,
And How She Was Betrayed By 1 Or Abanded By GS-12.
Forever Raising Unholy Hell!
As I Was Blinded By The Red Beam;
Of This Silly Silver Madam GS-13.
Kind of Batty;
Cute Lil Fatty,
Claims That I’m Her Baby’s Daddy.
But Always Runs Away;
When I Ask To See The DNA.
My Home Girl Is A GS-14;
Big Red And Mean,
Toughest Bureaucrat Broad I’ve Ever Seen.
Worth More Than Any GS-15.
But The Baddest Bitch That Ever Gave My Way;
With Dough Far Above The GS-Pay,
Last Name Montgomery, First Name Gay;
Always Good For A 3-Way,
Even To This Day;
I’m Convinced That She Was Working For The CIA.
She’s Been Gone a Lil Too Long
By Eddie Milton Garey
Stuck On Another Country Song;
About Somebody Done Somebody Wrong,
When Troubling Imaginetry;
Comes To Mind Playing Tricks On Me,
A Sight For Watery Eyes To See;
Ol Duke & I Wondering Where Could She Be?
Because She’s been Gone;
A Lil Bit Too Long,
Barley Getting The Dial Tone;
Constantly Checking My iPhone,
Catching Nothing But Roam;
Straight Out The Zombie Zone,
Bouncing All The Web Like Playing Ping Pong;
Overwhelmed By Smoke From The Bong,
With No Signs Of Her Being Shown;
Cause She’s Been Gone,
A Lil Bit Too Long;
Seeing Her Face Everywhere I Go,
Over & Over Watching Her Picture Show;
Hoping She Will Know,
How It Worries Me So;
Because She’s Been Gone,
A Lil Bit Too Long;
Got Me Consuming Another Sad Country Song,
Wondering Whether My Baby’s Doing Me Wrong;
Out Of The Solemn Silence Came Her Ring Tone,
I Grabbed That There iPhone;
Like My Dog Duke After A Bone,
Just To Hear My Gal Say;
Be Patient Sugar, I’m On My Way!
Sorry! If I’ve Been Gone;
A Lil Bit Too Long,
Truck Broke Down, Everything Went Wrong;
Got Stuck On A Lonely Highway In A Sad Country Song
With No Service On My Phone;
Sorry To Leave You Home Alone,
For So Long,
In The Company Of Another Sad Country Song;
Cause I Was Gone;
A Lil Bit Too Long.
A Multitude of Christmas Blessings & Good Cheer
By Eddie Milton Garey
If you want a blessing or to cover a multitude of sins, it has been said
that “charity shall cover a multitude of sins.” (1 Peter 4:8). Blessings some
people will also multiply your blessings. See, e.g., Genesis 12:3 “And I will
bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee.” Blessing or giving to others are
another source of wellbeing in Christ. See Matthew 25:35-40 where Christ held that “I was hungered, and ye gave me meat; I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink;
I was a stranger, and ye took me in. Naked, and ye clothed me; I was sick, and
ye visited me; I was in prison and ye came unto me.” Then the righteous shall
answer him saying “Lord, when saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked
and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?”
Jesus answered “Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Otherwords, Jesus says what
you do for those in jails, prisons, mental institutions and hospitals, you have
done it also for him. Especially if you are professing to be any Bible based belief in Christ. Isaiah 61:1 instructs that “THE Spirit of the LORD God is upon
me; because the LORD [Jesus Christ] hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto
the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to
the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.” And Ecclesiastes 10:19 proverb that “A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry; but money answereth all things[,]” in this world of human spirits.
Ask, and it shall be given to you, seek, and ye shall find, knock and it shall be
opened, give and you shall receive. (Luke 11:9-11).
Ergo, and as such, to receive your Christmas Blessings or to cover a multitude
of sins, drop a few extra dollars in the name of Jehovah the Father (Exodus 6:3),
Jesus the Son (Philippians 2:6-11) and Jealous, the Holy Ghost Spirit of God (Exodus 34:14; Matthew 28:19 & Mark 1:7), the 3 states of being we admire the most, from sea to sea, coast to coast, before you take that New Year’s Toast, send $69.00 or more to each CASHAPP, WESTERNUNION.COM OR OTHER PERSON IDENTIFIED OR LISTED BELOW, THEN ADD YOUR NAME, NON-PROFIT ORGANIZATION payment method below. Then distribute 100 or more copies of This Blessing letter on social media, blogs, tiktok, via mail to as many other folks as possible. You can even add an incarcerated individual you know to this list also and circulate it on their behalf. Then read Psalms 4, 15, 41, 69 & 86 daily and watch the LORD Jesus Christ work many wonders in your life throughout the year to come.
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