Saturday, April 25, 2015

Ryanindaswamp / Man IN Da Street


The Strength Of Oppression


Consider Ye Not The Former Thingz
Neither Consider The Thinz Of Old.

Behold  I Will Do A New Thing Now.
It Shall Spring Forth.
Shall Ye Not Know It?

I Will Even Make A Way In The
Wilderness
And
Rivers In The Desert.
Isaiah 18 and 19


South Central Los Angeles  My Place Of Birth 


Opression.

The Driving Force Ingredient.
That Special Flavor That Rises 
To 
The 
Top 
Of 
The Brew.

Old Family Recipe.
Never Adulterated.
Never Substituted.

Taught.
Preached.

Brought About 
From 
The
Beginning 
That 
One 
Individual
Given Chance.

That One Shot.
One 
Tiny Small Drop 
Of 
A
Chance.

Chance.

With 
The 
Distinct 
Demanded
Hard Back Breaking
Gray Matter 
Mind Melting Work.

Awake 
In 
That 
Special Part
Of
The A.M.
Before 
Even
The
Lordz
Wild Birdz 
Begin 
Their 
Voice-full 
Chatter.

Out 
Da Door 
Into
The 
Dark
Of 
The Morning.

Then.

In 
The 
Hot Hot 
Temperate Heat
Of
The Sun.

Freezing Cold 
So 
Stiff
And
Stern.

The
Only Saving Grace
The
Stiff Thick 
Work Gloves
The 
Boss 
Threw At You 
To
Accomplish 
The 
Set Forth
Impossible Task.

"Just Get Thiz Done. 
Back
In 

Few Hourz".

Belted Out 
The Window 
Of
Hiz All Bussiness 
Work Truck
Az 
He Pulled Away 
To 
The Next Job
Sight 
And 
The 
Next Work Hand 
Ready 
And 
Willing 
To 
Sacrifice 
Hiz Back 
Hiz Spirit 
Hiz Soul
To 
Uphold 
That One Chance.
That One Shot.

Day In.
Day Out.
Tick To Tock.

Dayz.
Monthz.
Yearz.

Passing Quicker Than Lightening
Nano Secondz.

The Next Generation
Brought 
Into 
To 
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S
Garden.

Taught 
The 
Hard Learned Lessonz
Passed 
On 
Down 
From 
The Elderz.

On
And
On.

Love
The
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY.

Work Hard.

Go Forth With Honor.

With Dignity.

With Respect Towardz Otherz.

No Matter What.

Alwayz.

First Above All.

La Familia.

Passing The Torch.

Represent You're Elderz.

You're Family
In 
The Best
Of 
All 
Possible Light.

At All Cost.

Never.
Ever.

Giving Light
To
That
One 
Tiny 
Small 
Drop
Of
Filth.
Deceit.
Evil.
Slant Into You're Being.

NO MATTER WHAT.

No Matter What 
The 
Wicked Presented Prize.

Just One Chance Given
To
One 
Individual 
Back 
In 
The Day
In 

Time 
So 
Far 
In 
The 
Throwback
Of
Ancient Hopeless Ages.

Then It Happenz.

After Generationz 
Of
Hard Fought For Work.

Hovering Close 
To 
The Towerz
Of
Ivory.

Just A Shot Away.

Boss Hog.

The Majority.

Now 
Taking 

Look 
At
Who 
In 
Their 
Toxic Depraved Majority Mind.

Notice
The 
One 
From 
The
Background
Of 
The 
Hard Working Oppressed.

Now. 
Themselves
Almost 

Part 
Of  
The
High Praised Pie.

Then.

Slam Bam Da Fuck Wham.

Sharing 
That 
Sought After
Office 
Right Next Door 
To 
Boss Hog.

But Wait A Minute.

Sorry Charley.

Just Not Quite The Right Skin Color.
Not The Right God.

Then It Startz.

The Hate.

The Prejudice.

Of 

The Master 
In 
Regardz 
To 
The 
One 
Of 
The
Background 
Of 
The 
Oppressed.

Who's Only Mission 
Since 
The Inception
Of 
It All.

From The Begining.

Leasonz Taught.

Leasonz Learned. 

Leasonz Earned.

Schooled 
In 
The 
Art 
Of 
Hard Work.

The 
Necessary Main Ingredient 
For 
Passage
Into 
The Better Life.

Then Low And Behold.

Still 
And 
Alwayz 
The Minority.
Rising 
Above 
The Swill 
Of 
Da Hood.

That Small Scintilla 
Of 

Dream Passed
On 
Down From 
The First 
Of 
Mother 
And 
The Father.

The Hard Climb 
Up 
The Steep Stairz Leading 
To 

Better Life.

Instilled In The Hard Granite 
Of 
Strong DNA.

Grabbing 
With Both 
Handz 
The Torch
That
Haz 
Been Passed.

It Iz Time Well Over Due
For 
GODS 
Original Children Brought
Into 
Thiz World 
With Nothing 
But
The Skin On Their Backz.

Brought Up 
And 
Raised 
In The
Dictum 
Of 
Honor. 

Respect. 

Taught 
To 
Recognize 
That 
One 
Damn Chance.

That 
Tiny Small Drop 
Of 
Opportunity.

Then.
Almost There.

One Hand Grabbin.
Holdin 
On 
For Life.
Pullin 
Az 
Hard 
Az 
Can 
Be
To 
Just Find 
The 
Remaining
Strength
To 
That 
Top Rung.

But Oh The Fuck No.

Hate Upon.

Spat On.


Behind 
The 
Back 
Of 
The 
One 
Born 
Into 
Oppression.

All The Hate.

All The Spittle.

No.
Hell No.

Nothin Stoppin Dis Damn Ass Train.

The Quite Onez.

The Respectful Onez.

Those 

That 

Are 

Seemingly 
On 
Da Shy.

Only Knowin 
That 
Hard Stamped
Impression 
Passed 
On 
Up 
The 
Bloodline.

Minority Still.
Tougher Than Leather.
Rock Hard Bolder Stiff.

In 

Class Defined
In 
The 
Eyez
Of 
Da Boss 
Az 
Nothin 
But 
Animalz 
To 
Further
Enrich 
Their 
Fat Belly Pocketz.

Those 
Of 
That 
Just 

Bit Darker 
Skin
Color.

Different Language Of Origin.

Different God.

Jewz.

Muslimz.

Africanz.

Mexicanz.

"Oh Hell No.
Fuck Dat
Ya Ain't Datin
My Daughter".

Hard Working People
Of
The 
LORD.

Who 
On 
The 
Giant Clean Whole 
Of 
It
All 
Are 
The 
Actual Super Starz.

Kept 
In 
Place 
The 
Entire Time
By 
Momz.

Taught 
The 
Techniques 
Regardin 
The Rulez 
Of 
The Road.

Hard Damn Work.

Honor.

Respect.

All 
Schooled 
In 
The 
Classroom
Of 
Dad.

Yeah.

The Oppressed.

Taking 
On 
The 
Full Brunt 
Of 
It All.

On Da Job. 

No Matter 
The 
Fuck What.

Working Hard 
To 
Support 
And 
Pass 
On 
The Torch.

Whad Up 
My Mexican Brothers 
And 
Sisters?

Representing 
The 
Sweet 
Hard 
Workin Clan.

Cuz I Gotta 
Tell Ya All
My Hard Workin
Friendz.

Ya All 
Da 
Beautiful Best.

Day In.
Day Out.
On Da Job.

Raising 
You're 
Families 
The
Right Way.

You're Family 
Brood 
Learnin 
The
Hard Lessonz.

Or.

Out Da Door.
To 
Do 
It 
On 
Their Own.
Their Way.

Or.

Ostracized 
From 
The 
Family
So 
Az 
Not 
To 
Pass 
On 
Any 
Bad Habitz.

Then 

Hopefully 
One Day 
The Bell 
Of
Redemption 
Will 
Ring Loud 
And 
Clear.

Taking You Back 
Down 
That 
Long 
Exhausting 
Stretch
Of 
Hot Steaming Tarmac 
Leading Back 
To 
The Light.

Finally Graduated 
From 
The College
Of 
Oppression.

Us 
Of 
The
Oppressed.

We Truly 
Are 
The
LORDS
Original
Band 
Of 
Brotherz And Sisterz.

 
 Hangin With Popz


"Dad. I Need Two Quaterz".

"What Son"?

"I Need 
Two Quarterz
For 
The 
New Pinball Machinez
At 
The
Bowling Alley".




"Have A Seat Son".



"Am I Gonna 
Get 
The 
Two Quaterz".

"I Certainly 
Hope 
So Son".

After 
The 
Friday Night Dinner.

The 
11 Year Boy 
Just Knew That 
Hiz
Hard Workin 
To 
The Bonez Pop.

Who Day In.
Day Out.

Left 
Da Crib 
To 
Toil 
At 
Hiz
Job. 
12.
14.
Hourz 

Day.

More 
Than 
Foe 
Filling 
Hiz 
Obligation
Of 
Providing Food 
To 
Be 
Set 
On 
The 
Family
Table Before 
Hiz 
Flock 
Of 
Six Kidz 
And 

Wife.

The 
Boyz 
Brotherz 
And 
Sisterz 
Gathered Around
The 
Old 
Black 
And 
White 
Admiral T.V.
Set 
In 
It's 
Dark Colored Wood Console.

Hiz Parentz 
Had 
Saved 
Nearly 
A Year 
To 
Purchase
Thiz 
Modern Marvell.



The Vote 
Had 
Been Cast 
On 
Which 
Of 
The 
Three Stationz 
To Watch.

The 
Moment 
They 
Heard 
Dad 
Tell 
The 
Young Boy 
To 
Grab 

Seat.
Smilez Broke Across Their Five Faces.

It Waz Time 
For 
Da Kidz 
Indoctrination 
Into 
The World 
Of
Hard Work 
And 
Upward Mobility.

"Son. 
Are You Focused"?

"Yeah. 
Am I Gonna Get The Two Quaterz".

"I Certainly Hope So Son. 
Now Look Into My Eyes
And Focus For Me".

"Alright Dad".

The Young Boy 
Answered 
Gleaming 
With 
Anticipation.
Hiz Eyez 
On 
The Prize.

"Are You Focused Son"?

"Yeah".

"Good Son. 
Thiz Iz Important.
You Need 
To Know 
Thiz. 
O.K.?
I Make Mine. 
You 
Go 
Make Yours".

With 
That 
The 
Young Boy Looked Down.
Defeated.

"But Dad. 
All 
The 
Other Parentz 
Are 
Giving 
My Friendz 
The
Money 
For 
The 
New Pinball Machinez".

"I Hear You Son. 
Now You Need 
To 
Know 
Something Else
Very Important.
Above All Else. 
I Love You More Than Life Itself.
I Will Die For You. 
I Will Kill For You. 
Most Importantly. 
Above All.
I Am Not You're Friend. 
I Am You're Father".

With That 
Popz Lifted
Hiz 
Long 
Strong Thin Body 
Up 
Off
The Chair 
And 
Proceeded 
Into 
The 
Living Room 
To Watch
The Ball Game 
With 
Hiz Other Children.



That 
One Lesson 
That Leadz 
To 
That 
One Shot 
That 
Leadz 
To 
The 
Necessary Responsibility 
And 
Discipline 
To 
The 
Task 
At 
Hand 
In Grabbin 
On 
To 
That 
All 
Elusive
Better Life.

Thanx Ever So Much Popz 
For You're Schooling.

You're 
Hard Taught Discipline
And 
The 
Spirit 
To 
Never Give Up.

To Never Stop Trying.

For To Give Up.
For To Stop Trying.
Iz To Fail.
To 
Reach 
And 
Grab 
Onto 
That One Shot.

I Know I Drove You Crazy.
At 
Timez 
Driving 
You 
To 
The 
Point 
Of Making 
You're 
Head
Spin 
Off 
You're Neck.

Thanx 
For 
You're 
Loving Patience 
Regarding 
Thiz 
Wild Child.

Thankx Popz.

Miss Ya Dad.

Ryan. Out.



Tail End


כן. Datz מה אני Talkin בולמוה. אחד שלי. כן ילדה א×Ŗה Gorgous. אחד של שבט. עם שום הימו×Ø ×ž××©×Ø Thiz.

What Would 

Day 
In 
Da Swamp 
Be 
Without
Some 
Fine 
Fine 
Tail End.
Yeah.
Girl One Of Mine.
Part Of Da Tribe.

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Peep's Talkin.


In Da Street.

On Da Bus.

In Da Store.

All Day.

All Night.

Tellin 
Me 
All 
Bout 
It.

Up
And
Down
All
Round 
Dis
Beautiful Treacherous Desert Mayberry.

Pushin 
The 
Very 
Brink 
Of 
Shout Outz.

Not A Nough Pagez.

Not Nearly A Nough
Keyz Runnin Cross
Da
Whorez
Wide
Expansive 
Key Board.

Where 
Do 
Da 
Old Man 
Start.

"Hey Ryan".

"Hey Veronica.
Whats 
You 
Doin 
All 
Up
In 
Here 
On 
Da 
Weekend.
Damn Girl 
You Lookin Too Good".

"Uh Huh Ryan. Y
ou Been Tellin 
Me 
That
Since 
That 
First Day 
We 
Met 
On 
Santa Monica
Beach".

"Well Girl 
Some 
Thangz 
Never Change.
You West Coast Gorgeous.
Body By Fischer.
Cadillac Fleet Wood Division.
So Really Girl 
Whatcha Doin 
Here
On 
Da 
Weekend"?

"Well 
Thanks 
Handsome 
Man 
For 
Your 
Kind
Kind Word's"

"You Surely Ready For Some Glasses Girl".

"Anyhow Ryan. 

Was 
Checking 
The 
Stats 
Regarding
This 
Blog 
Thing Of Yours.
Ryan 
You 
Are 
Off 
The 
Charts".

"That's A Good Thing. 
It's Not Bad".

"Ryan. 
You've Never 
Had 
A
 Grasp 
Of 
Numbers.
Numbers Don't Lie Ryan.
This 
Blog Thing 
Of 
Yours 
Is 
At 
Close 
To
200.000 
Hits 

Year".

"Damn.
Regarding Numbers.
I Do Have A Grasp On Certain
Isolated Numbers.
Those 
Numbers Clickin Didetz 
Like
Like 
The 
U.S. 
Debt 
Clock.
Watching 
My Stack($) 
Go 
From
Bukoo 
To 
Basement.
To Date. 
Just 

Mere
$401.217.37."

"Ryan. 
That's 

Lot 
Of 
Money".

"Yep".

"Ryan What Do Those Numbers
Represent"?

"That 
Iz 
The 
Total 
Dollar 
Amount
Of 
Stackz($) 
That 
Have 
Been 
Raped
From 
Me 
By 
Kidz 
Mom.
Da 
Argentinian Whore"

"Honestly Ryan.
As You Would State.
In 
Simple 
Swamp Terminology.
Fuck Dat Whore Hoe Ass Bitch
And
Her 
Muthu Fuckin Hoe Ass Whoring Mamma
Along 
With 
Her 
Small 
Dick 
White Boy Husband".

"Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
V.
In 
All 
These 
Yearz 

Have 
Never
Heard 
You
 Even 
Come Close 
To
Speakin 
Anything 
Nearly 
Even
On 
The 
Far Side 
Of 
Close 
To
Dat.
Damn V.".

"Fuck  
That 
Cheating 
Lying 
Stealing 
Argentinian 
Bitch 
Whore 
Cheap 
Hoe 
White Trash Ghetto Cunt.
I Hate Her Ryan.
Your Mother Couldn't  Stand Her"

 "Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Veronica.
You Ain't Playin.
What 
You Know 
Bout 
Her 
Small Dick White Boy Husband"

"Remember 
When 
You Told Me 
About The Day She
Told 
You A
bout Him.
How Much He Loved Her.
Bought Her Everything.
Flew her Evry Where.
On And On.
Then 
She Finished 
By Telling 
You 
He 
Had 
A
Small Dick".

"Damn Veronica. 
I Forgot About Dat".

"F.B.I. Special Agent Veronica Lake Never
Forgets A Thing".

"I'll Keep That In Mind Girl"

"Anyhow Ryan.
I Came To Get You 
And
Take 
You 
To 

Beautiful Dinner.
Then Up
To

Mountain.



Got The Range Rover.
And 
Yes. 
You Can Drive".

"Sweet.
Wow V. 
That So
Cool Of you.".

"You Derserve 
It Ryan.
Come 
On 
Kind 
Handsome Man.
Lets It Hit It".

"Don't Gotta 
Ask Me Twice.
After You Gorgeous.

Yo.

Tucson, Arizona.
Ya 
All 
Da Damn Ass 
Beautiful Best.

Swamp Love Ya All.




The Beautifully Gorgeous Ms. Veronica Lake


One Last Thang Gorgeous Woman.

Trust Me On Thiz.

Semper Fi Me.

Faggot Hackin Gay Dick Suckin White Boyz.

I Gotz Some Real Peep's On Ya All Bitches.

Death Would Be A Good Thang.

They Will Find You.
They Will Torture You.

Trust Me On Thiz Az Well.

Ya All

Will
Without
One 
Muthu Fuckin
Scintilla
Of
An 
Ioutta
Doubt.

Will

Die

HARD
SLOW

SCREAMIN.

YOUR
MUTULATED
BODIES
WILL
BE
DELIVERED
TO
YOUR
ASS HOLE
BITCH
FAMILIES.

"Shit Ryan. 
You Can't Say That".

"Fuck Dat.
I Fuckin Said It.
Ain't 
No 
Law 
Bout 
Killin Hackerz.
Ya Actually 
Get 

Cash 
Prize.
Dey Fair Game.
Semper Fi Me".

Yeah Faggotz.
Bet 
Da Fuckin Farm.



Dead Hacker In Da Street          Yeah Bitches       Fear Dis

Yeah.
How Ya Feelin Now Russian Commie Faggot Bitches.

Sniper Fi Bitches.

"Oh Shit Ryan".

"Yeah.
Magine Dat.
Come On Girl.
We 
Up 
Out 
Dis 
Bitch".


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Till 
I Die.

Yeah.
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