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  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/saggin/

    Saggin’

    The following is a guest post written by Roosevelt Wilder while at Stateville Correctional Center (Joliet, Illinois). Wilder has since been transferred to Danville Correctional Center (Danville, Illionis) where he is serving a 60-year sentence for murder. He has been incarcerated since 1995. Fruit of the loom Saggin’ from the ass of the fruit of the womb. Ashy backs and ass cracks Sadly, howling at the moon, Doomed . . . before they could learn to eat with a spoon Consumed . . . by the...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/evil-i-see-you/

    Evil I See You

    Það er illt, Það er illt! Ég er mannlegur, but I wish I didn’t know people I’m better with no equal, það verður engin framhald, upphafið og endirinn er mér, Alpha and Omega to believe Seize thoughts of envy, stjórna öfund þína, svo hvað þú ert að segja mér, bears no relevancy The legacy’s mine! Live goðsögn, die goðsögn, in time You ain’t happy, í eymd, að reyna að gildra mig með illsku þú spýta, lips drip poisonous venom Your limbs testify to...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/witness-americas-massacre-tewhan-butler/

    Bear Witness to America’s Massacre

    It was seven when I heard the sirens I had to get away, but my legs wouldn’t move. I was running nowhere fast. Skyndilega, I was face down. 1, 2, 3 officers hard tackled, knee in my back, arms wrestled behind me. My rights were never read; was told I had none. To take another man’s life is said to be the most egregious sin, and so is the denial of justice. Head mushed down, cop car door slammed shut. “We got ’em Capt!” Mistaken identity, my guilt...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/justice-and-peace/

    Réttlæti og friður

    I used to fight over colors I used to fight over territory to hustle on I used to fight over disrespect I thought I was hard I thought I was like that I thought I was a man, but deep inside I was emotionally distressed, mentally depressed. I was cold; I was just-ice I was in a state of imprisonment within myself In my prison I had fights with me I had constant lockdowns I felt all alone, with thoughts of homicide, suicide and many other violent injustices. I believed I was a victim of...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/look-at-me/

    Look at Me

    When you look at me — I’m more than the flesh you see. You see a person, but that’s not me. I’m what your eyes can’t see. I’m the spirit that occupies me. I’m more than me. I want you to get to know who I really am, outside of what your eyes may see. This body is something I use to navigate this existence because we existed before the body we chose to inhabit. We fall short when we associate who we are to the body we dwell In darkness, we navigate the...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/tricknology/

    Tricknology

    Systematic annihilations, kerfum sem eru gjörsneyddur af ást, villandi Intelligence, Mass Confusions hella Blood- Af saklaus, þó þeir telja að þeir eru sekir, Einhverja illa, kennt af þeim sem eru andlega skítugu- lygarar, Afvegaleiðendur og Non-trúuðu fremja svik, Þeir losta að gera vonda með minna aga en hund- Hver er þetta dýrið talaði um í Opinberunarbókinni? að búa til vandamál, framleiðsla demonic Situations- Það er maður, ekki skotta, with a diabolical...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/king-of-hearts/

    King of Hearts

    Under lock and key caged in concrete, away from the world where no eyes can see, under armed guard windowless doors with iron bars, here lies The King of Heartswords are razor sharp his oratory must never be allowed to start chained hand and foot, he must remain confined to a cage kill the king’s voice and we’ll never need to fear his rage; silence him in an above ground grave, misguided and pacified the people suffer in silent pain miseducated they know their...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/a-mothers-worth/

    A Mother’s Worth

    Kafla 2 Verse-1 Mom speak for me Mom tell the world about your pain that I helped create Mom even though I’m not there, please find someone who will listen Mom there must be someone, somewhere that will listen because there are far too many of us in here and we want to know, hvers vegna? Mom speak for me Mom ask, why did your only son have to get so much time so he could live free? Mom, Já, I was bad but, did I truly deserve to be betrayed and sentenced to all this time while still in my...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/pledge-allegiance-to-black/

    Loforð Tryggð við Black

    Black Lives Matter — Black Lives Matter — Black Lives Matter — I pledge to never rest until the death of the slavemaster I pledge to demand respect I pledge to demand you accept by Blackness Your oppression breeds our resistance, Beloved I pledge allegiance to Black — Black ást, standa fyrirtæki, Stattu upp, never stand back If we can’t breathe, Amerika won’t breathe Amerika won’t sleep, Amerika won’t eat Amerika will be brought to her knees I pledge...LESA MEIRA

  • http://www.livefromlockdown.com/visualize-time-without-oppression/

    Visualize: A Time Without Oppression

    Momma who am I? You’re a child of the most high Then, momma, why we poor; why so often you cry? Don’t worry about that, God will provide . . . But momma you’ve been saying that since I was five Prayer boy and we’ll survive, we’ll get by . . . Momma, you prayin’ God drops that pie out the gray skies? A change gonna come son, sooner than you realize Momma does God lie? Ekki, and you shut up that blasphemy! Momma does God love me? God loves us all equally. God...LESA MEIRA


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