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FLASHBLACK by Eric Nunnally NO sun, child, crime is high - Jack Frost bit my mother and the baby died; and when I reach twenty five Im supposed to fly upside down six feet of ground. Without a sound. I save my voice and the others yell: a skipping record plays a groove, Uncut: The Sounds of Hell. The Warehouse beckons souls lost in the rhythm of pain and I am caught up in the madness of the danz insane. The HIs cut through the skies of my bottled bliss while the bass BOOMs with an ache that breaks my heart to bits. The pieces scatter when they hit the floor; some of them dont - caught by the greedy dogs of war ( and the dogs, in a frenzy, sniff around for more). Static on the air comin in so clear that its workin on that place beyond my inner ear. And my fear is that the worlds got a hold on us; that weve forgotten why were lost and Who we have to trust; that all the bullshit in the world has made a way of life and, like a virus code named Wildfire, it wont be denied. We have masters of the game but no integrity. We have empty shells to teach us of posterity. We have leaders that aint nothin but assassins of a cause. We have got nothing nowhere no how cause the SELLOUTS number strong! And my babys sposed to learn of Fairness,Truth, and Honesty? Sposed to believe in myths called Freedom, Justice, and Equality? Sposed to hold out not sell out even though most role models do; Sposed to do what babys told and not do things that others do? Whos sellin non-sense so damn cheap that niggahs linin up for years to bite that piece of pie that soothes the mind and belays our fears? What Dealers out there on the air just suckin souls like he dont care? WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!! No bullshit welcome here. No bullshit welcome here .... March 17, 1994 
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HOW YOU SPECT TA FUCK SOMEBODY FOREVER by Eric Nunnally all My life far back as I can remember yo ass wadn't never no good. frowned up all da fuckin time lyin an smilin an scared cuz I wuz lookin atcha scared, cuz you jus knew soon as I got da chance I uz gonna bust yo ass upside jo head an take it all back - what you stole from Me. d'fuck wrong wit chall 'cho ass caint git along wit nobody; always startin shit no matter where you go, ventin diseases an fectin people widdem. poisonin minds, bodies, and souls... fuck is wrong wit chall dat cha got ta lie steal cheat torture murder rape an jus plain fuck up shit all da got got dam time. everywhere y'all go hells on yo heels, pollutin an corruptin exterminatin and violatin the holiest of holies: Me. caint nobody standja white ass fuckin up da whole got dam worl cuz you got a fuckin inferiority complex. but I guess you want me ta understand dat shit cuz I'm real good at forgivin an it aint nuthin you can count on mo than my willinness to forgive fuck dat shit! I'm spose ta understand? I'm spose ta grin an bear it? hell naw! fuck dis turnin da udder cheek; an eye fo a muthafuckin eye's mo like it. its bout time I do ta y'all muthafuckas whatcha been doin ta Me. (an i know it don't make me no better, an two wrongs don't make a right, but it sho do make it even! an these muthafuckas done went ape shit on me! i'm spose ta take it? i aint had no sons n'daughters fo dem ta be sold wholesale to a fucked up world run by fucked up people. somebody got da set dis shit straight agin, an if it mean wipin these muthafuckas off the face of the earth, so be it.) ya think We don't know what the hells goin on wrong. listen to ya nightmares, ya cracka bastards who da fuck you think is singin? listen to me howl you sons of bitches I spill the curse of holy declaration I am the reincarnation listen to my terrible scream let cho eyes burn gazin at My glorious fire y'all fucked up. toldja ta leave Me the fuck alone but chall some hard headed crackas don't believe... y'all done fucked wit da wrong "tar baby" an I gotcha number. so fuck yo queen, fuck yo pope, yo president, and ya muthafuckin prime minister. fuck all y'all ya burnt up an you've earned it. November 15, 1995 | 
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"...NOT GUILTY..." by Eric Nunnally Did you see them gnash their teeth and cuss and swear in disbelief and sob and weep and pull their hair, convict and act like they were there? Can you believe their racist pride: Jays guilt cuz both victims were white; the way they prejudice their view and spite the facts with lucky clues? Like demon dogs, their faces red, their hatred boiled inside their heads, and gave no ear to lawful sense, nor praised a life saving defense. Who cares that Fuhrman plead the fifth, and screw those damned racist transcripts. To hell with gloves that just wont fit, and lab drops lost and found (oh shit!) They talk about what money buys as if justice is color blind, or prosecutors never lie when someones life is on the line. Garcettis on the voting block and hears each tick and every tock, so States Attorneys playing hard to keep at bay his times up card: a million plus in pro-bono, the FBI and LA roll. G.G.: By any means we must convict who cares if Jays the true culprit? Our reputations on the line: lets make sure its done right this time. M.C.: Weve got a pattern of abuse. What else is out there we can use to stir up outcry in the land, confuse the issues, and kill this man? C.D.: Weve got a case. Im surell well win. G.G.: But isnt the Rooster a close friend? C.D.: Hed sell his family for some doe I cant respect his kind of show. The DNA!! They cried out loud. J.C.: The vile of blood was emptied out. Jay volunteered a specimen which disappeared with strange white men. DNA proved what we knew the contents from a lost test tube why argue if the blood was his if science says, of course it is! The issues how it got around so many days fore it was found. Just a plain coincidence? See: circumstantial evidence. But its so far fetched someone would plant the gloves and socks and evidence! No one in this world would frame an African-American with a household name! The difference of experience tween black and white and class and sense is illustrated in the books: from Kennedy to common crooks. He beat his wife for heavens sake! And let his friends enjoy his take. And bought a franchise for Nikkis pops. And financed cocaine party drops... Lets turn Jays ass to horsey glue; to hell with truth, thats what well do This is the publics demand: white is right to lynch this man! They say that justice wasnt served; boy, do they have lots of nerve. Are lynchings all they dream about? The devils finally coming out.
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