Monday, May 11, 2015

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Trackin Back Here In Da Swamp.
I Came up On the Following Blog.

For Myself.
In All
Counting Total Number Of Blogs Composed.
Both WordPress And Here On Blogger.

In Close To Three And A Half Years
Regarding Every Blog I Have Written.
The Following Is By Far Hands Down
My Very Favorite.

In the Actual World That 
This Scenario  Takes Place.

The Female In The Story 
Was Most Likely Payment On A Debt.

That Entire Day 
Was In Some Way
Tick To Tock
Just Off Da Wire.

The Same Feeling
Came Back Today
That I Felt Back
That day.

I Hope Ya All Ejoy This Blog
As Much As I Do.


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The South Side



The journey from the south side north was always in some way Interesting.
Then on certain dayz, just plain outrageous.
Today was one of those.

I decided to cut over from 44th and 6th west past the pawn Shop.
From there I proceeded north behind Food City to the Neighborhood, then coming up out of the neighborhood to 33rd, then up and over to south 6th avenue. 

I was about four blocks into the neighborhood, heading north. 

As I approached the 5th block I felt a vibe.

 

Vibes are an integral part of my life on a nano to nano basis.
For vibes have been the main ingredient regarding my Continuous daily occurrence of exhaling CO2 on this Treacherous planet.  

I casually glanced 25 degrees to my left. 

Thank you vibe.

There stood, over waist high, thick and built, four Pit Bull Dogs. All about a year old.

These beasts were all white except for one. 
He was white with black spots, and a big black spot covering his left eye. 
Adding character as it were.



I proceeded forward, then looked again left. 

Seemingly this team of Pups were walking my way. 

Their determination in their pursuit to check me out was Relentless.
Upon their approach they all took up their decided positions.

The first Pit positioned himself directly in front of me. 
Actually in my direct path.

The second Pup positioned herself on my left flank.

The third escort walked around me, taking his position to my right flank.

Spot eye picked up my rear flank.

I did not stop my walk. 

My escorts just calmly fit themselves in cadence.

There I was, as it were, walking in the middle of a South Side Hood street chaperoned by my newly acquired  friends.

At this point, we walked, I talked. 

Softly. 

Very Calmly.

Telling these pups how beautiful they were and how damn big They were.

Forget for a moment they were very large Pit Bulls. 
They were absolutely some of the biggest dogs I had ever seen.

So we walked and talked. 

After four blocks I commented to my newly assigned escort Troops how big they were.

That they're doggie parents must be very large as well. 
I inquired at that point as to where were their Momz and Popz.

That's when I caught it.

On a front lawn, inclining upwards at about 20 degrees stood for sure the biggest damn Pit Bull, dog I had ever seen.
Mom.

Mom figured, what the hell. 

She joined in on this bazaar march. 

Mom took up right flank. 

I told her she was surely big.

I said Popz had to be as big as well or, God Forbid, bigger.

Just as the period appeared on my vocal sentence, there he was. 
Approaching from the right. 

For sure, without a doubt, he was Big Dog. 
He joined the parade.

We all walked on for another block, me and the whole dog Famdamily.

Out of the wild blue, big pup in front hit the deck, rolled over, Started licking my legs. 
Then sister and brothers joined in this street love while Momz And Popz looked on.

After a few minutes of love they all approached me to receive Some serious behind the ear petting.

Then, just as they approached me, they all disbanded and went their various ways.

Then, exhibiting a choreographed cheerleader move, they all Looked back and nodded their heads to the right as if signaling Farewell.

I looked up. 

I muttered to HIM. 

Uh Huh.

Walking with Wild Street Pit Bulls. 

You for sure Trippin Lord. 

Then in a quick lickety, a strong desert breeze brushed it's Sweetness over me followed by three Butterflies passing Directly in front of me and just to make sure HE was clear, a Black bird Descended before me screeching his, 
"Have a good day Buddy".

I proceeded to 32cd street, then cut over to south 6th avenue.

As I made my way north up south 6th avenue, approaching 31st street I noticed on the east side corner on 6th avenue and 31st street three young Mexican men, 16 to 18 years old Standing there, more like securing that particular part of the Tarmac.

These teenagers were dressed in red. 
Red bandanas. 
Bloods.



With these young men were two very beautiful young Mexican Girlz. 
Maybe sixteen years old.

I continued north on south 6th. 
I always walk opposite of the traffic flow. 

As I approached 30th, one of these young ladies made her approach towards me. 
Crossing south 6th to my side of the street.

As she grew closer, to what I call my meet and greet space I Said;

"Yo señorita aplogize. no soy un perspectiva bueno."

For my single lingual readers. Defined:
"I apologize. I am not a good prospect"

Young girl positioned herself to my right, without a word, fell in lock step with me.

The time was 08:45. 
Sunday morning.

We walked in this manner, silent for the next three blocks.

Without any props, out the wild blue, this beautiful young girl Said to me;

"¿Tiene algún licor?"

 For my single lingual readers. Defined:
"Do I have any liquor"?


"No, te puedo asegurar que no lo haga. ¿No es demasiado joven para beber licor. Así que es muy pronto."

For my single lingual readers. Defined
"No, I sure don't. Are you not too young to be drinking liquor. As well it is so very early".

"Hace que vaya más rápido"

For my single lingual readers. Defined: 
"It makes it go faster".

"Que quiere decir los hombres y todas los repeticiones?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined: 
"You mean the men and all the repetition"?

"Si"

We walked on for a bit.

"Se puede orar por mí?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined
"Will you pray for me"?


"Sí. Rezaré por usted. ¿Cómo se llama usted?"

For my single lingual readers. Defined: 
"Yes. I will pray for you. What is your name"?

"Mi nombre es Monique."

For my single lingual readers. Defined
"My name is Monique".


"Para que Monique. Que Dios los bendiga."

For my single lingual readers. Defined:
"For sure Monique. God Bless You".

With that Monique trailed off east, across 6th avenue.
I turned right off south 6th avenue, west up south 28th street. 
I walked another 10 steps up south 28th.
My tears started to hit the hot tarmac like exploding mortars. 
I looked and said through the torrential onslaught of tears;

"Lord, God Almighty, Please, Oh God, Please Intercede and Find This Young Lady. Save Her Lord. Oh God Please Save Her".

Can't say how long I stood there begging My Lord God Almighty To Save This Beautiful Young Girl from the spoils of war.
Tears finding this keyboard as I type. 
The treacherous, wicked world for now safely at bay.

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Wednesday 23 April 2014

What does Vladimir Putin want in Ukraine?

Subversion from withinnot attack from without has emerged as the Russian presidents favored technique for controlling events in Ukraine

Russian President Vladimir Putin stands at the table before the meeting with the permanent members of the Russian Security Council in the residence of Novo-Ogaryovo outside Moscow on April 11, 2014. President Vladimir Putin on Friday said Russia would fulfil its contractual obligations to send natural gas to Europe after threatening to pull the plug on energy supplies over Ukraine's unpaid gas bill
If Vladimir Putin wants to change the world bequeathed by the West’s victory in the Cold War, then where exactly does this mission end? Photo: AFP/Getty Images


When is an invasion not an invasion? No Russian tanks have rolled across Ukraine’s eastern frontier and no spearhead infantry units are ravaging the post-industrial wastes of the Donbas, yet the Kremlin has still managed to seize de facto control over a string of towns inside its neighbour.
This shadowy operation in eastern Ukraine reveals much about the temperament of President Vladimir Putin. Ordering a conventional military invasion – a sort of Operation Barbarossa in reverse – would have been far too obvious for this KGB graduate. While Nato’s high command fretted over the presence of between 35,000 and 40,000 Russian troops on Ukraine’s border, he chose a more subtle method of coercing his neighbour.
Subversion from within – not attack from without – has emerged as Mr Putin’s favoured technique for controlling events in Ukraine. A full-scale invasion may yet happen, but for now at least, the Kremlin has chosen to wage a deniable war in the twilight.
Stage one of this operation began 10 days ago when armed men seized government buildings in Kharkiv, Luhansk and Donetsk, the capitals of Ukraine’s three eastern regions with large Russian minorities. Then, on Saturday and Sunday, this campaign suddenly escalated. Within the space of 24 hours, the gunmen occupied police stations and other official buildings in six towns across the Donetsk region.
Their modus operandi summoned comparisons with the fate of Crimea, which fell under de facto Russian control in a few days in February. As in Crimea, the men in the vanguard of these assaults flew Russian flags from their conquests. As for their aim, they demanded total autonomy for their home regions – or straightforward union with Russia.
William Hague, the Foreign Secretary, drew an explicit parallel with Crimea yesterday, noting how the “forces” in action in eastern Ukraine were “behaving in exactly the same way as what turned out to be the Russian forces in Crimea”. All this amounted to a “gross, deliberate and premeditated violation of the independence and sovereignty of Ukraine”, Mr Hague added.
So will eastern Ukraine go the way of Crimea and end up as another region of Russia, or is Mr Putin playing a more subtle game? No one can doubt that he has already achieved his first objective, namely to impale Ukraine’s post-revolutionary government on the horns of an impossible dilemma. If the country’s new leaders rise to this challenge and deploy their army to wrest back the occupied towns and government buildings, then Russians might well be killed – and Mr Putin would have his pretext for a full-scale invasion.
Hour after hour, Russian television pumps out propaganda about how Ukraine has fallen into civil war and the February Revolution brought “fascists” and “extremists” to power. Mr Putin would claim any bloody incident as proof of his case. If he chose to invade, he would present the onslaught as the only way of calming the chaos, hoping that we would forget his part in causing it.
If, on the other hand, Ukraine’s leaders ignore the provocation and leave towns like Slovyansk in the hands of their enemies, then the central government will steadily lose control over the east. Groups of masked men would carry out one occupation after another. The map might remain the same, but in reality, the border between Russia and Ukraine would be submerged as the Kremlin proceeded with the creeping annexation of large areas of its neighbour, building by building and town by town.
In theory, the government in Kiev has made its choice. On Sunday, Oleksandr Turchynov, the acting president, gave the armed men until yesterday to leave all public buildings or face an “anti-terrorist operation”. But the deadline attached to this threat expired with no sign of an assault, suggesting that Mr Turchynov and his colleagues are still wrestling with their dilemma.
That will not have disappointed Mr Putin. He has carefully left his adversaries with a way out: they can escape from their agonising predicament, but only by doing exactly what he tells them.
Russia has already spelt out its objectives in Ukraine: the Kremlin wants the country to have a new constitution allowing total autonomy for the eastern regions. In addition, Russia demands that this new settlement must guarantee Ukraine’s non-aligned status – in other words, rule out membership of Nato or the European Union for ever. Taken together, these diktats would guarantee that Ukraine remains firmly inside Moscow’s orbit.
With the manoeuvres of the past few days, Mr Putin hopes that he has won the leverage to bend Ukraine’s leaders to his will. “There are two possible interpretations of these events,” says Dr Alex Pravda, a Russia specialist at St Antony’s College, Oxford. “Either this is part of a long-term strategy to partition Ukraine. Or it’s a series of tactical moves designed to leverage influence over Kiev. I think it’s the latter.”
But Mr Putin is running risks. The first is that Ukraine’s leaders might choose the first horn of the dilemma and meet force with force. If they wrest back a town, killing a dozen or so Russians in the process, then Mr Putin could find himself under pressure to invade, whether that is part of his plan or not. “More than five or 10 casualties would be a very difficult situation for him to manage,” says Dr Pravda. “He’s trying to create a chaotic situation where he has managed leverage, but it’s high risk.”
Moreover, the people of eastern Ukraine might not behave in quite the way that Mr Putin hopes. If he wanted to trigger a groundswell of popular revulsion against the revolutionaries in Kiev, then it has not happened yet. Only a few hundred people have been directly involved in the occupations, supported by relatively modest crowds of demonstrators.
Unlike in Crimea, ethnic Russians are a minority in eastern Ukraine, albeit a sizeable community of 38 per cent in the Donetsk region. None the less, opinion polls suggest that support for joining Russia is a minority cause. Over 83 per cent of voters in Donetsk backed independence for Ukraine in a referendum accompanying the dissolution of the Soviet Union in December 1991. So it is far from obvious that Mr Putin is working with the grain of popular opinion. If he does invade, the inhabitants of eastern Ukraine could wage an eternal partisan war behind the lines even if he achieved a conventional military victory.
There is, however, a still more important question. What exactly are Mr Putin’s long-term goals? In his speech announcing the return of Crimea to Russia last month, he denounced the iniquities of the post-Cold War settlement, forced upon his country at its moment of maximum weakness. He promised a rapturous audience that he would reverse those injustices and restore Russian greatness.
That ambition clearly included annexing Crimea. But does it also require a forcible redrawing of the map of eastern Ukraine to incorporate more Russian-speaking regions into the mother country? And what about the Baltic states, all of them members of Nato and the EU, while also being home to significant Russian minorities?
If Mr Putin wants to change the world bequeathed by the West’s victory in the Cold War, then where exactly does this mission end?
Perhaps he is only really interested in the Slavic heartland of the old Soviet Union, namely Russia, Ukraine and Belarus. Equally possible is that he does not know the answer to that question. But the fate of eastern Ukraine in the weeks ahead will help to reveal how far Mr Putin is prepared to go in his burning ambition to restore Russia’s greatness.


















Saturday, May 9, 2015


Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel



Ya All might be familiar with this Man due to the Diesel Engine.

Karl was born in Paris, France in 1858. His family was forced To leave France along with many other German families in 1870 as a result of The Franco/Prussian War. His family settled In London, England.

At the age of 14 Karl informed his parents that he wanted to Become an engineer. It was in this year that Mr. Diesel enrolled At the Industrial School of Augsburg.

After two years Karl received a merit scholarship to the Royal Bavarian Polytechnic of Munich.

Due to Typhoid Karl was not up to graduating from Royal Bavarian Polytechnic of Munich. 
At this point in his life Karl Accepted a position with Sulzer Brothers Machine Works in Winterthur, Switzerland.
As a result of Mr. Diesel' work in Switzerland Karl graduated In January 1880 with sky high academic honors.

It was at this time that he accepted a position with his former Professor Carl Von Linde , assiting with the design and Construction of a modern Refrigeration and Ice Plant. 
Diesel became the director of the Plant one year later.

As well Mr. Diesel was more than instrumental in developing The steam engine.
His approach took his success with refrigeration to a higher Level in so incorporating that knowledge he gleaned from Refrigeration to expand that knowledge in his approach to
Perfecting the steam engine.


Rudolf' Diesel's First Diesel Engine

But it was the Diesel engine that put Rudolf on the map
So to speak.

In Mr. Diesel' original design of the Diesel engine, he Specifically designed that engine to run on one of this palnets Most reknewable resources.

In fact this plant grows virtually like a weed. 

In fact in many circles this wild plant is simply 
Referred to as 'Weed'.

Yep.
You guessed it.

Mr. diesel designed the Diesel engine to run on 'Hemp Oil'.







Not only did this fuel burn clean leaving absolutely zero
Pollution but as well a consumer could literally grow his fuel
In the backyard with very little modifications to the actual
Harvested plant.

Henry Ford received word of Mr. Diesel' engine and the fuel
Requirements of said engine.
Henry got busy.
Again.

I say again for the simple fact that Henry Ford'
First Model T Ford was designed and built to run on 'Hemp Oil'.

Door Panals.
Fenders.
Other Body Parts Were Manufactured From 'Hemp'.

The realty is that the above mentioned manufactured
Body parts from 'hemp' are actually stronger and much
More Durable than their steel counterparts.

Ford in fact reverted to peanut oil to power 

The first Model T at the 1900 World Fair.

As well Rudolf Diesel joined in on the peanut oil parade to Power his Diesel Engine at the same 1900 World Fair.

Diesel and Ford teamed up to patent their Hemp Powered Engines with The U.S. Patent Board. 


Henry Ford very seriously looked at the prospect 
Of automobile engines running on Hemp Oil 
That Mr. Ford went as far as contributing a rather 
Large investment Into the ownership of actual Marijuana Fields.







 Henry Ford Sits Among His Harvest

Diesel and Ford' downfall so to speak was not only the real Push regarding the Whore relationship between The
United States Government and Big Business 
But as well the ushering in of 
A Brave New Polluted World.

In fact the dominant players sitting on the patent
Board not only held those high positions but as well
Were very highly invested in Oil and Forests.

As well these Whore Titans of Industry knew without
A doubt the damage that petrochemical exhausts would
Play and Plauge on the world planet.

Three Very Powerful/Wealthy American Businessmen 
During that period of time.

DuPont Melon and Hears.
Made sure that the world would suffer not only 
Dire Physical harm to the human inhabitants of this 
World Planet as a direct result of the pollution Emitted 
From the Petroleum Burning Combustion Engines 
But as well the devastating destruction to the environment
Wou;d sustain in the harvesting of Petro Chemicals.

But for DuPont Mellon and Hearst it was not enough through
Their powerful influence within The United States Government
To buy a way out of granting  patents to Ford and Diesel.

DuPont, Mellon, and Hearst then through their connections
Deep and Corrupt within The Congress and The Senate
Of The United States bumped up their game through payoff's
And bribes to have the Senate and Congress of The United States Out Law Marijuana itself in all of it's applicable uses. 

Guaranteeing that Greed would overcome common sense 
And simplicity to The All Mighty Whore. The Dollar.

In 1937 DuPont, Mellon and Hearst were able to push a "Marijuana" prohibition bill through Congress in less than three months, which destroyed the domestic hemp industry.
 

Not only did this accomplish fatter pockets to the wealthy powerful
Threesome but as well destroyed individual Americans lives
Through the close to life sentence incarceratios in prison for simple possession
Of 
'Weed'.

If all that was not enough.


Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel died of very very strange Circumstances.
Some even say Mr. Diesel was Murdered.
 

Diesel died under mysterious circumstances in 1913, vanishing During an overnight crossing of the English Channel on the Mail Steamer Dresden from Antwerp to Harwich. 
Diesel's death might Have been suicide, accidental or an assassination. 
Proponents of the Assassination theory point out that shortly After Diesel's death, a Diesel-powered German submarine fleet Became the scourge of the Seas. 
Diesel had been friendly to France, Britain and the United States. 

At the very least this story frames in black and white the
Corrupt and Criminal act of Big Business and The United States Of America' Government' role in the hand to pocket payoff's to The very individuals ' We The People' elect 
To make absolutely sure this type of Criminal Enterprise does not exist.

Today this Corruption is in the from 
Of 
American Government
And 
The American Industrial Military Complex.

Along with such agencies as The C.I.A. 
Their tentacles reaching Deep Far and Wide  in the 
Perpetration and Promotion of war for profit.

Many Many Blogs ago I wrote regarding a mineral called;
'Subsurface Brine's'. 
These miracle minerals are the number one main ingredient in
The Manufacturing of  Lithium Batteries.

One can not take a step in Afghanistan without stepping on
Subsurface Brine's.

Africa is even richer in Subsurface Brine's.

The individuals living conditions in Africa who harvest
Subsurface Brine's Make 19th Century Slave Labor 
Look 
Like 

Walk 
On 
Bali At Sunrise.



In fact The United States began building a huge military complex In Africa in the beginning of 2011.

This action is unprecedented in American Foreign Policy since
Well... forever.

For the simple fact that America had not a need for 
Any type of U.S. Military presence in Africa. 
Ever.

You can dress this pig up all you want.

Put as much lipstick across this Swines grill as you want.

The bottom line.

Da Fat Catz 
Gave 
The 
Good To Go 
As Well 
Bukoo Stacks
To 
Make Absolutely Sure 
That 
They 
Got Their 
Subsurface Brine Minerals.
At all costs.

Worst case scenario.

Let Loose 
The Hounds
 Of 
The American Industrial Military Complex.

What The Hell.

The 1% Piling Even Higher Stacks($) Bu Da Fuck Koo.

Everybody Just Gettin Fatter.

As Long As You're' Every Bodies Ass' 
Is part Of The 1%.

Ryan. Out.


 

Tail End 

 



I Want To Apologize.

A Total My  bad.

I Have For The Most Part Concluded
Ryanindaswamp.

What I Had Decided 
Was 
That 
When
Time Allowed 
As 
In 
The 
Need 
To Kill 
Some
Time.

A Mode 
That 
Arises 
Every Now 
And
Then 
In 
My 
At Times Hectic Life.

That I Would Go Back

To the Beginning Of This Blog
And
Edit Some Of The Very First Blogs.

I Some How Hit On The Diesel Blog.


The My Bad As It Were

Is That I Did Not Realize That The Diesel Blog
Was In Fact A Draft And Not Yet A Ready
For Prime Time Presentation.

So The Editing On What I Thought Was
A Live Blog Was Actually A Draft.

I Felt I Needed To Explain This.

Hope Ya All Enjoyed.



The Following 
Iz 

Tribute To My 
Hometown Birth Place.

L.A.
Love Angeles, California






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Guns N' Roses - Knockin' On Heaven's Door Live at Hard Rock Las Vegas 2014 1080p


I Dedicate 
The Following 
Mix 
To 
Ms. Tanya.

Sweeter 
Than 
The 
Sweetest 
Of 
Sweetest 
Black Molasses.



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Friday, May 1, 2015

Ryanindaswamp Man In Da Street


Outta Control   In Da Street Friday

Every-Time I Try 
And 
Get Out.
They Pull Me Back In.

Before I Get Dis Rig Rollin.



Shout Out.
Ethiopia.
In Da Swamp.

Welcome 
To
Da Swamp 
Ya All.
Ya All 
The Most Beautiful Best.

GOD Bless
Each
And 
Every One Of You.
Whoever 
You're Beautiful 
GOD 
Is.

Philippines.
Welcome 
To 
Da Swamp.
All Two Of You.
Hmmmm.
Magine Dat.
Semper Fi
Gentlemen.


World Wide.

In Da Street
Peep's Talkin
Loud
And 
Damn Ass
Proud.

Baltimore.
Philadelphia.
Chicago.
Oakland, California.
Los Angeles, California.
Ferguson, Missouri.

And 

Most
Of
All
Tel Avi, Israel.

Tel Avi
Po  Lice
Beat Up An Israeli Soldier.

Memo.
To All You
PUNK ASS PO   LICE.

World Da Fuck Wide.

Ya All 
Be 
Earning 
You're
Blood Money Paychecks
Paid By Us.

We The People.

Votes Have Been Cast.
World Wide.

Ya All
Nothin
But A Bunch
Of
PUNK ASS BITCHES.

Enough
Is
Enough.

Ya All Gotta Go.
The Votes Have Been Cast.
The Poll's Are Closed.

The Bottom Line Realty.

Ya All Wanna

Fight.

Fight 
Ya All Got.

Cuz Truth Iz.
World Wide.
We Damn Muthu Fuckin
Sick 
Of
You're
Brutality.

More 
Of
Us
Than
Ya All.
Punk Ass Bitches.

It's Time Muthu Fuckas.

Police Beatin Up On Military.

Naw.
Hell Naw.

I Gotta Tell Ya.
Punk Ass Po  Lice.
Sick Of Ya All.

Bet The Farm
Punk Ass
Po  Lice.

Former Military Out Here
In
Da Street.

We 
Are 
The 
Commanders
Of 
This Here 
Battle Field
Out In Da Street.

To 
The 
Tucson Police Patrol Officer.

Who
Violently.
Brutally.
With
Complete
Malice.

Who
Initiated
The 
Punk Ass Action
Of
Taking
A
Hand Cuffed
5.5 Foot Tall
159 Pound
60 Something
Senior Citizen
And
Lifted
His
Hand Cuffed
Arms
Completely
Over
His
Head
And
With
Violent
Force
Slammed
Said 
Senior Citizen
Face
First 
Into 
The 
Rear Trunk Deck Lid
Of'
The 
Patrol Car.

I Preface.
I Do Not Own
Nor
Do I Possess
ANY 
Firearms
Of
Any Kind.
Nor Do I Wish Any Harm
Real
Or 
Perceived
On
Any
Po  Lice.

Preface Stated.

Stretching 
The 
Very 
Envelope
Of
Poetic License.

Metaphorically Speaking.

Scope On Ya.
Punk Ass Coward Bitch.
TPD Patrol Officer.

Fuck You
And
You're
Disgusting
Fat Pig Face
Ugly
Dirty Ass
White
Hoe Mamma.

Punk Ass
White Boy Bitch.
TPD Patrol Officer.

It's Time World.

Time To Light Dis Bitch Up.
World Da Fuck Wide.

And.

Yeah.

Dis Revolution 
Will Be Televised.

Yo.
Bill Ayers.
Bernadine Dorhn.
Maybe Ya All Were Onto Something.

See.
Like Dis.
Those Of The Worlds 1%.

We The People.
Own These Streets.

And.

The Day Is Coming
Where We Will
Parade
You're
Fat Bloated
Chicken Shit
Selves.

Naked Though
OUR
Streets.

Fuck You.
And
You're
Satan Driven Soldiers
Of
Doom Death 
And 
Destruction.

Cuz Bet 
The Farm 
1% Bitches.
We
Are
Guided
And
Backed
By
The 
Absolute
Most
Powerful
Force
Of 
It All
On 
This 
HIS
Beautiful Green Earth
The 
Great
GOD
LORD
ALMIGHTY.

He Is Damn Ass Sick
Of
Each
And
Everyone
Of
Ya All.

Trust Me On This.
You
Of
The 1%.

We Taking This Earth Back.

You're Po  Lice
Don't Stand 

Muthu Fuckin Chance.
Not Even In Hell.

Veterans 
In 
America
Make Up 16%
Of 
The Homeless Population.
That Statistic Breaks Down
To 1 Out Of 4 Americans.

Harassed.
And
Assaulted
Every
Day
In Da Streets
Throughout America.

Highly Trained.
Specialized
In
The Art Of War.

53%.
This Number Represents
Active Duty
American Military Personnel.
Who HATE Their Jobs.
Who Are Disenchanted.
And.
Pessimistic Regarding Their Futures.

These 
Brave 
And
Courageous
Individuals Stand With The People.
Not
The Po  Lice.
World Wide.

These Highly Trained Warriors
Are Sick 
And
Damn Tired 
Of Squeezing
To 
Line 
The Pockets 
Of 
The 1%
And 
Their War Machines.

Those Who fatten Their Fat Bellies
Of
The
American Industrial Military Complex.
And
All
The 
Lying
Scheming
Bloated
Politicians
Who Grow 
Their
Fat Grease Monkey Bellies
From The Death 
Brought 
On
By 
The 
American Military Industrial Complex.

Bottom Line Realty.

Ya All Don't Stand A Chance In Hell.
Much More Of Us Than You.

And Yeah.
I'm Sure That These Chicken Shit
Bitches
Gonna End Up Smokin My Skinny Old Ass.
So Be It.

Damn Ass Right.
I'm Screamin Fire 
In

Crowded Movie Theater.
And?


Damnnnnn
Bad Day In Cop Land




2pac- picture me rollin with lyrics

 

 



 
 Yo.         
Whad 
Up 
Punk Po Lice

 
TPD.
Peep Me All Ya Want.
Ya All Can't Touch This.

"Lieutenant. You Have Most Certainly
Crossed The Line This Time".

"Yes Captain. I Most Certainly
Have Sir".

"Carry On Lieutenant".

"Aye Aye Sir".






Ryan. Out.




Tail End


Magine Dat



Freddie Gray death ruled homicide; officers charged


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Freddie Gray police charges - CNN.com

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