We Need to Be Heard
By Russell McCoy
Our body our choice
Who are you to allow us no voice
Politics going below the belt and between the legs
F…ing….overturning Roe versus Wade
To making decisions on his sperm and her eggs
So here we go
From abortion to an embryo
What’s next, contraception?
“No” to send with protection
An arrest for possession of a latex and an erection
Attempt to false imprisonment of sperm in the 1st Degree
Law makers saying, “Yeah, that will work for me.”
Judges ruling in how semen must flow free
A violation will earn you a flat three
Officers on contraception patrol
Task force confiscating birth control
It’s her body what you got to do with this?
Now it’s back to hangers in the uterus?
History repeating itself in this fashion is just ludicrous!
She Did
By Russell McCoy
She’s a snack I will like to taste
Having my mind in a race
She’s running and got me on a chase
I’m trying to keep up with a pace
She did a move that caught in her court
With tickets that I would have bought
In order to see her like a movie premiere
And being clear, it appear
Our attraction was shared
At the same moment of time
She did some things that blew my mind
Got into my head where she’s mentally confined
Trapped with pleasurable imageries
Eyes connecting creating massive chemistry
Yet there’s a disconnect despite such an energy
Due to I’m locked in the penitentiary
Causing me more stress in the course of my bid
Is what she did
I don’t now how to hold what I’m about to say within
In my mind she’s the world to me because all she do is spin
Whenever she is seen and gone all I want is to see her agin
Got my mind in a cuff
Because when it comes to seeing her I can never get enough
This is what it is
Stemming all from what she did
For me, from me to you
In search of,
What I’m worth of,
Someone who can become my first of;
I’m not looking for pity nor sympathy,
No one finicky,
For me I want someone to have mercy and empathy;
Positive energy;
That’s what’s meant for me
From me you will get love and compassion,
Hugs which includes a whole lot of passion;
Plus some tales to tell,
And, I am a good ear as well,
If you’re alone and lonely let’s balance the scale
WELCOME TO MY LIFE
By Russell McCoy
This is something like a genocide: In prison millions of our people died: Whether with their souls or with their lives: Until I’m free I’m going to stay alive (Hook).
Verse
I’m in need in love; I need some hugs; The Court was wrong.
I did some stuff hut this time is long; Please feel my song;
Inside there’s pain; At first glance it may not be seen; It’s
Novocain; I numbed it down; It is what it is I just got to hold
it down; I’m just releasing some stress; Without beating my
chest; In life I failed; I just cover it well: However, I have
some goals that I am trying to achieve: They can‘t take my soul,
nor, will I let it leave; If no one else believe, I believe in
me; We’re human we all do sin; Just give me a Chance at the
streets again: I was a kid, so young and wild: Is this how you
suppose to discipline a child; It’s been a while I change for
good: My new self will be strange in the hood; I dream I would;
Make it out: I’m just doing what I have to do to make it come
about; In my mind; Victory is mine’s; I can see the signs I’m
just putting them in line: And when the order is right: They
going to order me right; Out of the cell and through the gates;
I’ve been through hell without losing my faith; They trying to
break me down but I stand up straight; I won’t let this pain
bitter me and turn into hate; Love is all I need and all I want;
Where’s the hug I seek for that embrace I hunt. [go into the
hook]
SPADE OF SPADES
By Russell McCoy
I‘m calling the spade of spades.
The hate I feel; The gates are steel
The pain will kill: The stains are real
The tears will shed; For years you dead
Friends are gone; Family are strangers
You did none of them wrong: So what you feeling is anger
You holding on strong; But you want to let go
The way you moving along; No one will know
All the let down and lies; That been told and repeated
And being around guys; That you don’t want to be with
To keep from being alone; You sacrificing yourself
Everyone in that zone; They just keep it to self
I’m letting it out; This is what this [expletive] is about
I need it to be felt; So you can feel what I am feeling
I‘m playing the hand that I was dealt; But I can use a new dealing
If you shuffle up the deck; You just might love me to death
REAL TALK
By Russell McCoy
The grave is where slugs got a lot of thugs sent
Prison is a place where there’s not a lot of love sent
It took me getting locked up to really know what love meant
I‘m from a town of hard workers and good hustlers with poor
judgements
They don‘t give a [expletive] about the government
Poverty stricken the jungle is my resident
From child to man I‘m in a whole new element
To continue my growth I find that to be the most relevant
Wearing a hood can get you killed even in gated resident
We not safe anywhere that much is evident
‘We in need of a better Justice system was even mentioned by our President
Right after the acquittal of a killer
Which shocked the Nation like an unsuspecting thriller
He killed him in cold blood making a chill more chiller
He was killed due to the color of his skin like how they do with chinchilla(s)
This is Real Talk and it can get much realer
YOUNG GIRL TRAPPED
By Russell McCoy
At eight she’s getting raped by her uncle not knowing what to do
At fourteen she get pregnant by a man just to stop going through the abuse
At fifteen being a mother or a student is something that she has to choose
A mother is what she chose to be
Sad to say but she get snatch up by truancy
Relative now care for her child, prior to that where was the unity?
And for why was she thrown in jail?
You see how the system design us to fail?
Her life is hell
And who do she has to tell
That her uncle was raping her
For not going to school the system is taking her
She‘s shattered but they don‘t care about breaking her
She‘s in pain and they don’t ask what‘s aching her
They looking for a gain and that’s what they‘re going to make off her.
I read an article on “Girl‘s Behind Bars” in a magazine that gripped me. This is a warning for all parents to protect your children. Make them feel safe and comfortable to the point that they can tell you anything!! This is a crisis that need to be brought to light. 73% of the girls behind bars have been sexually and physically abused: 40% have been raped according to the Department of Justice. At Right4Gir15, they are about creating changes and helping the children. They can use your support in bringing forth a change. There’s power in numbers. Please show your support.
PAIN OF A MOTHER
By Russell McCoy
Being that I know her aches: I’m trying to help her through her battles; Because I don’t know if I can take it if she rattle; I wouldn’t want to shake though I have to I’m well aware of the strain and the burden; I can sense the pain from her hurting; She pray daily but the shatter of her dreams make it worsen; That’s why I’m there so she can lean on a person; Pressures like this can make one pull the string on a curtain Not knowing will they ever free your son; it’s mind blowing whenever you that one; Suffering is ongoing weighting in by the ton.
I try to lighten the load so she can feel about a feather; My goal is to make her feel a little better; I touch her soul from the things that I tell her; She rather talk than to read from my letters
Because she wants to know how I’m doing at the time; I tell her that I’m fine, even when I’m not, just to give her peace of mind; Due to pain and joy are separated by a very thin line
I ask her about her sons who I love like a brother; She tells me all leaving nothing undercover; I let her know that it‘s nothing like the support and love of a mother; I give her strength to pass and let her know that I love her; And before I go I tell her to give my love to the brothers; I send my energy to all who are in pain as a mother
HANG ON AND STAY STRONG!!
THE ORIGINAL PIG
By Russell McCoy
[There was a conversation amongst a few prisoners while being locked in about eating pork. Some say they eat it and other saying they don’t]
Andy: Y’all come to jail and stop eating pork, I’m going to always eat pork.
Barry: The pig is filthy they don’t sweat and eat anything.
Andy: You eat chicken and chicken eat their own feces pig don‘t.
Charlie: Pigs are filthy and poisonous, if venomous snake bite a pig the pig won‘t even die. Actual fact!
Derrick: You eating pork without even knowing how the pig was raised nor fed, I‘m going to grow a pig farm for all you pork eaters.
Barry: Here‘s something I bet y’all didn‘t know…[people shouting, “What”]…The original pig is black. [laughter broke out and someone said “What?!” another said “You bugging’”] The original pig is black that’s a fact. [someone said “Where did you get that from?”] The pig y’all eat now has been drafted [laughter broke out] that’s why it’s pink, it lost it pigmentation [more
laughing] nobody eat the original.
Andy: Why? Because it’s black.
Barry: The original pig get busy it have tusk, it’s a warrior, they don‘t mess with the original pig [someone said “You talking about a warthog?” Yeah, that’s the original pig. [everybody
started laughing]
-He applied the lesson of the original man to the pig being black. Those lessons come from the Nation of Gods and Earth, as well as the Nation Of Islam (N.O.I.).
MY APPRECIATION
By Russell McCoy
Your presence make me light I be feeling like I’m floating
You’re so hot when we make contact I be feeling like I’m smoking
You bring me joy relieving me of my pain
You fill me up when I really be feeling drain
When I be feeling down you be the reason why I rise
I appreciate you so you can see it in my eyes
You’re like a gift a beautiful prize
Every time I wake you should say ‘surprise’
(sing)
Lovely lady, you‘re my baby
I can’t think of what I will do without you
I am grateful of you
And I adore you
I’m just showing my appreciation (repeat this line 2’xs)
You‘re so beautiful
With a heart so kind
I just love being with you
And glad you‘re mine’s
Lovely lady, you’re my baby
I’m just showing my appreciation (repeat until the music stop)
YOUNG LIFE GONE (Look At Me)
By Russell McCoy
I‘m in a four corner room staring at walls and bars
While people trying to figure out my life by watching Oz
Believe me my life is much more hard
And complicated
You can’t picture my life from what‘s been viewed and rated
This [expletive] will have you go insane no matter how highly you educated
I give it to you uncut
My life is [expletive] up
You got to be strong to go through pain for years
This here is the thing to fear
It should have you horrified
Never to be glorified
I came in petrified
Look At Me!
A Mother’s Struggle
By Russel McCoy
I just listen to her story: All pain, no glory; no tears on her face but there stains from worry; she has a son Upstate doing over forty
Fifty to be exact; with life on the back
She got a lot on her mind; her oldest son just got knocked for crime; he’s looking at time; the stress just double from them both being confined
She looking for a blessing; asking the Lord to please free her of her stressing; every Sunday now she getting up dressing
Heading for the church; searching for something better because she’s going through the worse; and I’m hoping that it work; because I know it hurt
I pray she find peace like I wish for my mother; because I’m going through the same thing as them two brothers
With thirteen less than the on Upstate; who in the hell said that life is great; it hurt me every time when I look my mother in her face; not knowing will I ever leave this place; or if she even made it home safe
But I front with a smile; although I’m somewhat happy because I haven’t seen her in a while; despite that I’m grown I’m still my mother’s child
And she always going to be my mom’s; our relationship have their little storms; which be feeling more disastrous than a bomb; but I manage to stay calm; and bring a little charm; hug her in my arms
And kiss her on the cheek; tell her that I love her and hope to see her next week; that will be sweet
But we can’t get what we want; so chances are I may see her next month
A son’s pain is a mother’s struggle; so when one is in pain it’s really double; so before you go insane know who really love you; I’m going to leave with one thing don’t put them through that trouble; Mom I Love You!!
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