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  • Ríkisstjórn Name: Joe Champs
  • Kennitala: N-94926
  • Aldur:42
  • Tími Borið:23 ár
  • Home Town:Chicago, IL
  • Setning:90 ár
  • Núverandi Hleðsla:Armed Robbery, Rán, Murder
  • Alias:Sultan
  • Útgáfudagur:2040
  • Prison Tengsl:Moor
  • Hring áhrifum:Moorish Vísindi Temple of America
  • Stofnun:Stateville CORRECTIONAL CENTER
  • Most street organizations, at their inception, were never about the destroying of our communities, but the upliftment of ourselves and humanity as a whole.

Where Were They?


Where were they when you were released into the beast inside the belly of darkness-
Afraid to open your eyes to face the sin that was all around,
hearing the voices of destruction that seemed so far away yet so close,
knowing that the time has come to face your host?

Where were they when the tension was so thick
you could lick out your tongue and taste the evil in the midst of your reach;
As you clenched that homemade tool with your back pressed against the wall
with no one to call, just waiting for the madness to begin or end,
wondering if you would be left standing amongst the living men?

Where were they when you were hungry and broke without a dime in your pocket
the streets became your home, then took your soul and left you with no place to go
to escape the winter nights and summer heat,
as you slept in a cardboard box up under the skies of the jungle streets?

Where were they when your ‘hood was flooded with guns, gengjum
and drugs became the only means of survival, which poisoned the minds of our people
and left them strung out to search for the next hit,
as they slowly sold their soul to all kinds of sin,
wandering through the streets at night like zombies trying to get their preferred drug of choice
because it took the place of their God, fjölskyldu og vinum?

Where were they when your life was stolen by this so-called justice system they control
and you were placed in a box to die among the young and old?

Where were they when the clocked stopped ticking and 12:00 am was no longer all is well
and the buttons were being pressed to release the Fluids of Death into your veins
as others watched to cheer them on with no shame because revenge was their only gain?

Where were they when you were sent to another man’s country to die in battle for a war
that was never legit, as they made up lie after lie to make it stick
in order to justify their crookedness to the world,
while body-bags of soldiers were stacked up for the taste of oil?
Man, that’s sick!

Where were they then and where are they now?
In the same place they’ve always been,
sitting behind their desks, pressing buttons,
causing havoc in the lives of other men.


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