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
A
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
A
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
A
Look
At
Who
In
Their
Toxic Depraved Majority Mind.
Notice
The
One
From
The
Background
Of
The
Hard Working Oppressed.
Now.
Themselves
Almost
A
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
A
Dream Passed
On
Down From
The First
Of
Mother
And
The Father.
The Hard Climb
Up
The Steep Stairz Leading
To
A
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
A
Class Defined
In
The
Eyez
Of
Da Boss
Az
Nothin
But
Animalz
To
Further
Enrich
Their
Fat Belly Pocketz.
Those
Of
That
Just
A
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
A
Day.
More
Than
Foe
Filling
Hiz
Obligation
Of
Providing Food
To
Be
Set
On
The
Family
Table Before
Hiz
Flock
Of
Six Kidz
And
A
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
A
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
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.
I
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
A
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
A
Mere
$401.217.37."
"Ryan.
That's
A
Lot
Of
Money".
"Yep".
"Ryan What Do Those Numbers
Represent"?
"That
Iz
The
Total
Dollar
Amount
Of
Stackz($)
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
I
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
A
Beautiful Dinner.
Then Up
To
A
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
A
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".
2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (Dirty) (Official Video) HD
Yeah.
WestSide
Till
I Die.
Yeah.
Dis
How
We
Do
It
On
Our Side.
