Merch Madness
I've been charged up lately, like the energy for college basketball...
No matter where I'm at you can come N C AA batteries don't power up my
perceptions, only the realities of my environment can do that.
I remember when Mad Cow Disease first hit. The country not knowing that
this instrument has been plaguing our continent, behind the fence, where
Governors in Florida like to keep their Blue Devils.
See, Mad Cow Disease is a disease that affects cattle, damaging brain
tissue in the process. This disease causes a real dis ease in a place
society expects the least.
Where the currency isn't Big Green faces, it's human bodies. To inspect the
lease, spread cheeks to inspect the teeth, then squat deep, cough, release
the cheeks.
Intaking an inmate is how pockets increase in Florida State.
That's how they get that Mean Green. The Minutemen found out It was a
money thing, politicians and businessmen turned to prison Privateers,
Pioneers of the new slave trade.
Minorities have been repeating through these semesters for centuries,
because we just keep getting F’d. And since there ain't no Trojans in here
for protection this dis ease getting the population sicker, because most of
us in here see what's going on.
America sees it too. That's why the few keep fighting for freedom, even
though we're outnumbered and out powered, because we feel if the U.S. C
Spartans instead of inmates then maybe we'll gain some Volunteers to
bankrupt this business before WE ALL go insane.
People losing their minds in here...
I'm in a place where Revolutionaries and Rebels lose their Pride. Get
Buckeyes when they see an inmate die.
You wanna see a Trailblazer shimmer out from being a Beacon of light? Put
him in a sea with Gators and Sharks, where the blood dripping from steel in
knife fights doesn't come in Waves, it comes in Crimson Tides.
I'm in a place, where Wolves and Wolverines can get turned into kittens
unless they join a Wolf Pack. I've seen some Wildcats become docile after
putting two animals in a room together.
Seems like DOC’s knack is to Bearcats, giving birth to pussyfooters who
dodge smoke, these Bobcats is what the system loves to see.
It Mocs the peace that's in sharp contrast to battles during prison yard
Jaguars. It's easier to turn Tigers to cats and then make them think that a
Catamounts to nothing.
I'm in a place, where the same book that gets thrown at its tenants doesn't
get read in law libraries. If it did get read, we would've Red Raiders don't
have the right to infringe on certain rights we still have.
We would've RedHawks aren't spit up tuah random piece of land on the
outskirts of society. We would've Redbirds aren't meant to be caged, we're
Flyers, it's not often you Seahawks in cages like this, or Ducks turning to
Quakers simply because they're losing their mind to the Shockers that
come from prolonged incarceration.
I'm in a place, where Saints fall victim to the Cardinal sins of prison life until
they turn into Blue Demons. I'm talking men who've seen so many Black
Knights that anytime they see men embrace light they consider them Sun
Devils.
I had a roommate like that one time, called Preacherman, a Demon
Deacon who fell in love with that coco. He had a life sentence and
eventually mixing weed and cocaine made him go cuckoo after Cocoa
Puffs from the Flames he put to his Bible paper.
It made my mind wonder as I watched his mind bolt from reality, but I never
had the nuts to tell him to his face he got some screws loose. Not out of
fear but understanding.
Because daily it Dons on me that this dis ease in the state’s merch is a
madness that started as a Wave due to Patriots like Lincoln. But now it's
turned into Cyclones that feed off the fast winds of Hurricanes that work like
crutches for slavery.
It's a dark system, where lightning doesn't come in Golden Flashes, but if
we get off our asses then the strikes from our pens can change the
weather. Not just in Florida, I want the Thundering Herd from across the
country.
They feed off of our ignorance, but I'm trying to starve them to death!
...Before we die off first.
Because there's no cure for Mad Cow Disease, its advanced stages will
lead to death. But first, we'll suffer from symptoms like depression, anxiety,
nervousness, and aggression.
Hell, if that's the Final Four then time is of the essence because I see this
dis ease in prison everyday.
What does that say about the mental state of the cattle behind these walls?
Look around...
We walk ourselves to slaughter everyday in here. Every stabbing, every
fight, every addiction, every drug sale, every act of gang violence, or even
when we simply give up, we embrace the madness of this pandemic.
These capitalistic Cowboys obviously can care less about the mental health
of its merchandise.
The thing that matters to them most is the steady supply of fresh meat that
keeps coming in.
Young or old doesn't matter, nowadays the color is even starting to become
irrelevant.
As long as we remain oblivious to the infecting of the minds of our future,
for fortune, at the expense of its cattle.